| We live with rage, conditioned and natural, that is all
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| Another closed page, that’s where all these victories will fall
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| This deadly lure, the eerie song of the sirens, we hear the call
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| We are the cure, we’re worse than the disease
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| Because we see what we’ve ceased to be, that is all
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| These times walk over us ripping us off the frames
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| Only wind stays to whisper all those forgotten names
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| Of those who shared our tears of steel
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| Mercenary instinct, inbread domination ready to flare
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| Our pain is distinct, supressed with an effort of will
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| But always there
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| Blood crusted heands, signals of fear which we almost can’t bear
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| The balckened sands from a thousand holocausts, we are to blame
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| We drown with our shame and we don’t care
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| We walk with madness which we are to enforce
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| We will be back again on our lonely course
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| Once again we’ll rape with tears of steel
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| We’re made of power which no one can deny
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| Our humanity was just another lie
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| We’ll pay back with tears of steel |