| As you look through my window
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| Deep into my room
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| At the tapestries all faded
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| Their vague and distant glories
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| Concealed in the gloom
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| The icy fingers of forgotten passions
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| Softly brushing my lips
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| At the tips of my primitive soul
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| As you look though my door
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| Deep into my room
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| Can you feel the mighty wall of power
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| It’s waiting waiting in the gloom
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| The distant shadows of forgotten champions
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| Those who live in me still
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| And will rise when we challenge and kill
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| Born again
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| You’ll be born again
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| Look at this prince of evil
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| Fighting for your mind
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| Fighting all priests of shame
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| For the thrust of my challenge is aimed
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| At the hearts of mutant gods
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| Who think we’re all the same
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| They’re controlling our minds
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| And they use us for fame and fortune
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| As you look though my window
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| Deep into my room
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| At your future and freedom
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| The grey and plastic retards all floating in circles
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| And as you taste the fruits of new sensations
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| Softly brushing your lips
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| As we rise when we challenge and kill
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| Born again
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| You’ll be born again
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| If you want to be king for a day
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| Just do what I say
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| Everybody’s got to think like a hunter
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| Just search for your prey
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| Be alive though the night and day
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| Just do it my way
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| — cold heart |