| Waiting, watching, as all crumbles down
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| What will be the future we’ll leave behind
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| Wicked, evil, raging on and on
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| Our fate’s in the hands of twisted minds
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| What can we do but to watch our fall
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| Dancing in fire, heeding death’s call
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| A skinless smile, the reaper is laughing
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| We offer him lines on and on
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| A skinless smile, the reaper is laughing
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| The great scythe is falling from above
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| Treason, liars, politician’s game
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| We’re the pawns of their insane race
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| The mass medias, fake news, twisted truth
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| Power and money rule the game
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| What can we do but to watch our fall
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| Dancing in fire, heeding death’s call
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| A skinless smile, the reaper is laughing
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| We offer him lines on and on
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| A skinless smile, the reaper is laughing
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| The great scythe is falling from above |