| Sitting in a dark cell
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| In a dark cell
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| Waiting for the doomsday
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| For the doomsday
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| Your body is just a
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| Human resource
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| The weak will be slaughtered
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| Without remorse
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| You are just the cannon fodder
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| Served as the frightened prey
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| Your life has an expiring date
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| And your time
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| And your time is over now
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| Time is over now
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| The
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| Sun rays pretend the way
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| But
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| It’s just a trap
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| You
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| Won’t see the next day
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| Only minutes left, no regretting
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| And your worthless life, please, no praying
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| Will come to an end, it’s too late
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| You won’t see no tomorrow
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| No chance for survival
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| And you know you will die alone
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| Die alone
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| Seeing all the numbers
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| All the numbers
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| Scratched into the naked
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| Naked torsos
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| Opens up your eyes
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| You are not the only
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| Not the only one
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| But you are running out of time
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| The crowd gets into euphoria
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| As the first screams shrill and release
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| All the pent-up anger
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| But your will for survival is stronger
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| Stronger than ever
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| Unite the numbers for a revolt of
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| Revolt of the weak
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| Every chapter of this journey
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| Is filled with blood
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| Security guards can’t hold you
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| Can’t hold you back
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| Freedom within reach
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| Freedom for eternity
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| Never again
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| Never again slavery
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| Destruction in pure form
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| Controlled by the voice of motherfucking
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| Fear and pain, illusion
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| Of freedom bursts as the flesh eater appears
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| With his legendary grim reaper
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| Blood drains down as this bastard
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| Kills half of the revolters and strikes them back
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| Your hope is flying away with the wind |