| Welcome to this tortured place of life
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| Where the truth is locked behind the doors and swept aside
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| We are the ones that are born to face this hell
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| What will become of our future, only time will tell
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| Lost all control since the sacred times of old
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| They believe in what they preach but we’re out of reach
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| We are the children forlorn
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| Nobody cares 'bout the scorn
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| We live and bleed, we die in need
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| We are the children forlorn
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| Our lives been beaten down with time
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| If you could look into our future emptiness you’d find
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| Another day, another soul astray
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| We always seem to wonder «is this the only way?»
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| Ther will come a day when all the fools will sail away
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| All the promises they made to you are swept away
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| And when the smoke has cleared and you see us standing there
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| You will never be in chains again, yeath |