| It’s a mirage along the tracks
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| rusted machinery, all radio’s dead
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| Twisted Corpses (bodies) with broken backs
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| Burnt out eyes cry in shattered heads
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| happy pills on low sale price
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| make us believe in all their lies
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| Revelations for the mass
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| Against our western guns and gas
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| Painless silence, there’s no one to answer
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| Euroshima
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| The western world died without a scream
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| Euroshima
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| Painless silence, there’s no one to answer
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| Euroshima
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| The time is near, so draw on fear, Armageddon all man-made
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| Truckloads with corroded dead
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| United Nations are colored red
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| It’s a new time, this infected mess
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| Faded lives without time to beg
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| Ignorant of this arms race
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| Civilians struck and set ablaze
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| There’s no one to entertain,
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| No one left to buy or waste
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| Toxic fall out, acid rain
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| Wastelands that will never change,
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| No one left to play the game
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| Of power, envy, war and fame
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| Time will pass and man will rise
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| To trust the one who tells the lies
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| Man will rise and one will lead
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| Selling his people for his greed |