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No freedom for the man |
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With the button in his hand |
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He will end up standing alone |
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And on the day after |
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All hell breaks loose |
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The battle will be fought |
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With stick and stone |
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The beast has our backs |
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Against the wall |
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And the power to devour |
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One and all |
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Man must reach a higher |
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Plain for his world to remain |
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From this day forward |
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We must only look ahead |
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Tomorrow's dreams |
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May beome peace at last |
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Reality is hard to face |
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Til everything is lost |
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There can be no more |
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Living in the past |
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The beast has our backs |
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Against the wall |
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And the power to devour |
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One and all |
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We create our own destiny |
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Technology has come at last |
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Will it bring destruction from the past |
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Now will all this wealth |
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And knowledge ever shield us from the flame |
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History tells in grim detail |
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Of mans inhumanity to man |
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In search of worldly treasure and to rule |
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Savage wars raged on and on |
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As though there was a plan |
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But battle is the religion of the fool |
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The beast has our backs |
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Against the wall |
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And the power to devour |
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One and all |
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Man must reach |
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That higher plain |
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For his World to remain |