| On the first day of creation we were electrified
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| The rebel generation born to amplify
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| The call of the wild was burning inside
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| Shattered minds across the universe couldn’t bare the thunder
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| Second day was dawning, we were immortalized
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| The clash of metal sounded and no one could defy
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| And out the blue, the storm broke loose
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| And the green-eyed monster sang the blues to choke our flame
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| By blood scars will pyre
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| A generation lost and mocked and scorned
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| Cleansed by fire, restored
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| On the last day came the winter, so crystal clear and brand
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| But deep inside, the fire was not ready to face the end
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| We kept our eyes shut, awaited the dark
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| To rebellion, the hypocrisy, resurrecting the stars
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| By blood scars will pyre
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| A generation lost and mocked and scorned
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| Cleansed by fire, we will be reborn
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| This is our destiny, all that was meant to be
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| The passion of the sacred fire is burning deep inside
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| By blood scars will pyre
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| A generation lost and mocked and scorned
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| Cleansed by fire, restored
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| By blood scars will pyre
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| A generation lost and mocked and scorned
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| Cleansed by fire, we will be reborn |