| Inside hidden towers
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| In a glorious land
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| Where superior beings punish mortal men
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| They’re not human as they appear to be
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| Their purpose here, to torture you and me
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| Inside dungeons of despise
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| Their dark dominion marches on disguised
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| They were mad, they were damned
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| Had no way to defend
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| Caught in chains behind walls without doors
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| Empty hearts, helpless souls
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| We’re out of control
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| In a hell of their raging own
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| We’re damned to bedlam
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| It’s the living inside, our misery burns
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| A place of isolation far away from the free
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| We are sick of desperation
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| Unable to feel behind borders of steel
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| And now it’s necessary for you to plead
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| To your inner self, examine the need
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| Well, it’s to late to change greed into creed
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| And this could have been done
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| By doing a good deed
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| It drives me crazy — it tears me apart
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| I’m damned to bedlam and caught behind walls
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| I won’t find innocence in my heart
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| There’s no liberation — just no helping hand
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| Just pain and madness again and again
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| Is it were I have to stay 'till my end |