| They say you can’t bear freedom
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| But we know you feel it’s right
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| You are unique because of our shared purpose
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| Which they all lack, decadent wasters of life
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| Turn your eyes towards the sun
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| See the future beckon us
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| We can take the world as one
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| In our destiny, we trust
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| Let nothing stand in our way
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| And let nothing us dismay
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| So now summon up your blood
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| We were born to rise above
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| Fiat ars — pereat mundus
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| We do not require participation
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| Let anomie breed alienation
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| Then in an orgasm of aesthetic spectacle
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| Clamor for your own enslavement
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| Turn your eyes towards the sun
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| See the future beckon us
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| We can take the world as one
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| In our destiny, we trust
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| Let nothing stand in our way
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| And let nothing us dismay
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| So now summon up your blood
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| We were born to rise above
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| Fiat ars — pereat mundus
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| Fiat ars — pereat mundus
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| Fiat ars — pereat mundus
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| Fiat ars — pereat mundus
|
| Turn your eyes towards the sun
|
| See the future beckon us
|
| We can take the world as one
|
| In our destiny, we trust
|
| Let nothing stand in our way
|
| And let nothing us dismay
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| So now summon up your blood
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| We were born to rule the world |