| Far below, where shadows fester as they grow
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| An army thousands strong, obsessed by right and wrong
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| Sense their time is coming near
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| So they turn towards the light from their region of the night
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| Marching on and on
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| They near the air, it won’t be long
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| You know you’re on the way out
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| It’s just a matter of time
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| You thought you’d rule the world forever
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| Long live the king, don’t spare the loser
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| After all, you’re not what you thought you were at all
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| You’re just a natural fact, another Cul-De-Sac
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| On nature’s hard unfeeling trail
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| Now all those dreams of old will be stories left untold
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| Cut off in your prime, extinct until the end of time
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| You know you’re on the way out
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| It’s just a matter of time
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| You thought you’d rule the world forever
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| Long live the king, don’t spare the loser
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| Now the host emerges, a shadow starts to fall
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| Not one knows what hit them, none can see at all
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| Even as the end approaches still they’re not aware
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| How can you fight a foe so deadly
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| When you don’t even know it’s there?
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| And now that the job is almost done
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| Maybe some escape, no, not even one
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| You know you’re on the way out
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| It’s just a matter of time
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| You thought you’d rule the world forever
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| Long live the king, don’t spare the loser |