| Born from some mother’s womb --
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| Just like any other room
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| Made a promise for a new life --
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| Made a victim out of your life
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| When your time’s on the door --
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| And you trip on the floor
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| And you feel you can touch --
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| All the noise is too much
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| And the seeds that are sown --
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| Are no longer your own
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| Just a minor operation --
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| To force the final ultimatum
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| A thousand words are spoken loud
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| Reach that gun to fool the crowds
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| When you walk down the street and the
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| Sound that’s so sweet
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| And you wish you could hide --
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| Maybe go for a ride
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| To some picture arcade --
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| Where the future’s not made
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| A nightmare situation --
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| Infiltrate imagination
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| Smacks of past holy wars --
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| Fight a war with broken laws
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| The leaders of men --
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| Born out of your frustration
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| The leaders of men --
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| Just a strange infatuation
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| The leaders of men -- Made
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| A promise for a new life
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| No saviour for our sakes
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| To crush the atrocities of hate
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| Self-induced manipulation
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| To crush all thoughts
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| Of mass-salvation |