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In a world where night |
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has silently killed off the day |
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All the mighty do is look proud |
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on feet made of clay |
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As a new beginning waits |
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to devour what's old |
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All the masses do is weep |
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for their souls have been sold |
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Oh, don't try to run, don't try to hide |
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Shepherds in black will feed you your pride |
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Pawns in their endgame, attack to retreat |
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Come and worship the lords of deceit |
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When the light of truth |
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is slowly engulfed by their lies |
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Then the weak will give |
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their souls up for fear of demise |
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As they plant their seeds |
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of sorrow of guilt and dismay |
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In the people's minds the |
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night will become the new day |
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Gather 'round and watch |
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destruction in places afar |
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Shut your minds and mouths |
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for your turn may not be too far |
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Kiss the hand that feeds |
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the fear you were destined to slay |
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Lick the chains that bind |
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your souls to the spawn of decay. |
