| Murder! |
| Man on fire
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| Murder! |
| I’ve seen the eyes of the 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 son in a white world
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| I have a son, his name is Eden
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| It’s his birthright beyond estranged times
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| Give me 69 years, another season in this hell
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| It’s all sex and death as far as eyes 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 god-forsaken lot
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| And I feel that’s all we have ever needed to
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| Know until worlds end and the seas run cold
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| Give me 69 years, another season in this hell
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| There is sex and death in mother nature’s plans |