| «Escaping reality as we shatter down in pieces…
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| Oh and the way we struggle for the throne must come to an end
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| As those who are under its… spell!»
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| This heritage of life itself, it will not come for free
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| And all this time we wonder how, just how can we make them the same
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| The same old tale just passed us by, this tale «that is not real.»
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| In form of slugs, it truly speaks, and this is how I feel…
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| Like 7.62!
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| I’m loading myself… with 7.62!
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| Please try to hide your real intentions and all those wasted ideas
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| The dead shall march, now on and on this portrait of our dreams
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| The same old man just passed us by, they say «this cannot be real.»
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| In form of slugs, they truly speak, and this is how they feel…
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| Like 7.62!
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| I’m loading myself… with 7.62!
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| Oh how I feel, remains of a mankind so scarred and their losing ideas… |