| In a world controlled by fire
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| In a world controlled by fire
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| Psychotic preachers thrive
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| They use the waves to bind us
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| They use the screens to blind us
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| I joined headless forces
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| They told us what to do
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| We worked, we fought, we bled
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| A cogwheel in the system
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| A ghost in the machine
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| In my private thoughts
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| Only pain felt real
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| Cry!
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| I’m crying, in the portrait
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| Of a headless man
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| Laugh!
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| I’m laughing, in the portrait
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| Of a headless man
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| I am a man with strong regrets
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| I followed great deceivers
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| Believe in headless leaders
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| They played their game, true sons of Cain
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| But I was a hopeless dreamer
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| With my head deep in the clouds
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| More joined the fiery leaders
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| And blood was shed in rivers
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| Those without a mind had to pick our side
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| With the use of fearsome methods
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| One more empty frame ready for display
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| On a gallery of headless portraits
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| Cry!
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| I’m crying, in the portrait
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| Of a headless man
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| Laugh!
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| I’m laughing, in the portrait
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| Of a headless man |