| You’ll hate the day that you are born
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| Before you know your life will be torn
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| Your future is over before it began
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| You can’t twist your fate you better run!
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| X-treme — we have the tendency to suffer
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| It makes our life fuckin' tougher
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| Why aren’t we able to satisfy your needs
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| You call it progress — I call it creed — x-treme
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| X-treme; |
| X-treme
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| X-treme words — have nothin' to say
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| X-treme life — only pain will stay
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| X-treme fear — a part of the puppet show
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| X-treme measures — how far to go
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| X-treme evolution brings us sorrow
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| We’re movin' to fast for a better tomorrow
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| The pressure to high we can’t keep the pace
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| Our mercenary eats our own fuckin' race
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| Our children get trained only the strong will survive
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| Don’t really wonder if they rip each other with a knife
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| Status symbols, trendy look and designer clothes
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| The jealousy of those who can’t afford it, it grows
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| With pressure we design a second class childhood
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| In a part of life
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| We’re it’s easy to be misunderstood
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| The competition does create a faceless identity
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| The perfect creature means our end you’ll see! |