| Watch all the fires burn in anguish
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| This city of terrors has numbed me to the last
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| There is no light in all this darkness
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| Even though the brightness radiates
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| All this longing for better days
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| So useless and pathetic, one more protesting pursuit
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| To the gallows, to the pyres
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| We march together in each other’s shoes
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| We are not meant to see ourselves
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| Self-degraded and disemboweled
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| Hanged from their towers
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| We flood the city with our tears
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| And as far as I remember
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| We never had a chance
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| To escape and to wither
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| In our self-chosen solitude
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| The gods of mercy in their villas
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| They laugh and they slander
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| In our long forgotten names
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| I rest my head
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| On your shoulders
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| Crowned with rusted wire
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| I’ll be your king and your slave
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| In our detention cells
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| We watch the days go by
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| Lost in our inner crypts
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| We persevere till we burn out
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| Till we burn out
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| And as far as I remember, we never had a chance
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| To escape and to wither in our self-chosen solitude
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| And as far as I remember, we never had a chance
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| To escape and to wither in our self-chosen solitude |