| Trapped in a mirror, freed by a bomb
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| To rule over Earth with sadistic aplomb
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| Moon villainess rules by his side
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| A brute force of evil serves in mute pride
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| With lofty ideas, dictator from space
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| Using his lasers, the past he’ll erase
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| Taken by force, a world that’s not theirs
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| You’ll kneel before them and one day your heirs
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| Done in the name of a cruel new god
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| One way to worship; |
| to kneel
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| Concentrated lasers very spooky in his eyes
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| An alien salute that blows a chopper from the skies
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| Storming on the White House, his beard for all to see
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| He laughs at their defences as he puts them on their knees
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| He feeds on the sunlight stealing its power
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| Gloating his madness in our darkest hour
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| Why do you say these things, when you know I will kill you for it?
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| Cruel cold intelligence beyond what humans know
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| Seeking out a power source among the northern snow
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| Condemned by the council but ruling once again
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| Aloof to our suffering in the reign of supermen
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| Insidious treason, a fascistic plot
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| Get on your knees, the one hope we’ve got |