| In the middle of a war
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| That was not started by me
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| Deep depression of the nuclear remains
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| I’ve never thought it
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| I’ve never thought about
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| This happening to me
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| Proliferations of ignorance
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| Orders that stand to destroy
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| Battlefields and slaughter
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| Now they mean my home and work
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| Who has won?
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| Who has died?
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| Beneath the remains
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| Cities in ruins
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| Bodies packed on minefields
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| Neurotic game of life and death
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| Now I can feel the end
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| Premonition about my final hour
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| A sad image of everything
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| Everything’s so real
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| Who has won?
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| Who has died?
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| Everything happened so quickly
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| I felt I was about to leave hell
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| I’ll fight for myself, for you, but so what?
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| To feel a deep hate
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| To feel scared
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| But beyond that, to wish being at an end
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| Clotted blood
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| Mass mutilation
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| Hope for the future is only Utopia
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| Mortality, insanity, fatality
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| You’ll never want to feel what I’ve felt
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| Mediocrity, brutality, and falsity
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| It’s just a world against me
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| Cities in ruins
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| Bodies packed on minefields
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| Neurotic game of life and death
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| Now I can feel the end
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| Premonition about my final hour
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| A sad image of everything
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| Everything’s so real
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| Who has won?
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| Who has died?
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| Beneath the remains |