| Carnal gladiators lie restless awaiting the dawn
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| Slaves to their passion — so eager its will to perform
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| They wrestle the «Double Backed Beast"face their foe hand to hand
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| The arena was life but alone in deaths shadow they stand.
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| You brand the social leper — then spare no second thought
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| Too scared to give this kiss of life — «Come rise my son and walk.»
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| On these streets of damnation the destitute huddle once more
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| Can we pass them by just like all who have been there before?
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| Are you so cold and heartless you can feel no shame
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| That we allow a human life to become a death in vein.
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| A fear that’s bred of ignorance perpetuates the lie
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| Well there but for the mercy and the grace of God go I.
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| Prisoners in a sterile vacuum — hearts that feel but dare not touch
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| The freak show in this callous circus — on parade so all may look
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| Those who gaze upon the outcasts to taste how bitter life can be Can’t comprehend the pain you feel — their blinkered eyes will never see. |