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Murderer! |
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Man of fire. |
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Murderer! |
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I've seen the eyes of living dead. |
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It's the same game - survival. |
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The great mass play a waiting game. |
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Embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain. |
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All sense of freedom gone. |
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Black sun in a white world. |
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Like having a black sun in a white world. |
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I have a son, |
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His name is |
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Eden. It's his birthright, |
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Beyond estranged time. |
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Give me 69 years, |
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Another season in this hell. |
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It's all sex and death as far as |
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I can tell. |
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Like Prometheus we are bound, |
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Chained to this rock of a brave new world, |
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Our godforsaken lot. |
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And I feel that's all we've ever needed to know, ' |
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Til worlds end and the seas run cold. |
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Give me 69 years, |
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Another season in this hell. |
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There is sex and death |
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In mother nature's plans. |
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Like Prometheus we are bound, |
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Chained to this rock of a brave new world, |
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Our godforsaken lot. |
