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Gods are changing when people grow, and loose their faith from the hands of progress. |
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They are transformed and look brand new. |
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They change their names, but not their rules. |
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Mercenaries will play the flute. |
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Leading the rats with their comforting tune to wash their sins in toxic lakes. |
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Redemption comes with hideous ways. |
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You were waiting for far to long, an age of new messiahs |
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To come and teach you with every small detail a special kind of truth. [Solo: Sotiris V.] |
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So many people all have to learn. |
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They must be sent to opposite directions. |
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Misinformation is a rewarding art. |
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A lost soul tastes just like old wine. |
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You were waiting for far to long, an age of new messiahs |
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To come and teach you with every small detail a special kind of truth. |
