| No one told us the aftermath was tough,
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| We walked around in little groups and played it rough.
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| And never knew what the future had in mind,
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| The radioactive sources were dangerous in any kind.
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| Can you feel it to,
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| The medieval rendezvous
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| Tears us down.
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| Running round like horses playing on the plains,
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| Doing radioactive dances, nothing will remain.
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| We created the badlands, the button has been pushed.
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| The future is the history and death will be dust.
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| Can you feel it to, the medieval rendezvous.
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| Tomorrow is today my friend there’s nothing you can do,
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| So never ignore your faith or then you will die too.
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| There is no escape, there is no trust.
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| The future is the history and death will be dust.
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| To tear us down.
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| The people who escaped to the underground
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| They created a shield for the deadly sound.
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| The dark society surviving day by day,
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| Some couldn’t stand it, they were convinced to stay.
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| When the deadly clouds had fallen to the ground,
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| They were forced to escape into the sunburst town.
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| The 14th century had come from the past,
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| And this Babylon won’t be surpassed.
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| But it tears us down. |