| Go!
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| Surviving, fighting in a world of lies.
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| Torments are drawing near
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| I’m still part of those lost days
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| Is it despair or is it fear?
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| These thoughts keep on grinding in my mind
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| Trying to find a way
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| To face this invisible threat
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| But my time fades away… no!
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| I’m another face in the crowd
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| Looking for some peace of mind
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| I listen to news of terror everyday
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| «You are confined.»
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| Stories that I haven’t heard so far
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| Stories that I think are real
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| So I try to understand
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| Why fear has mass appeal?
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| One… take a man without future and hope
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| Two… forced feed him hate and lies
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| Three… rise the flag and play the requiem
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| Four… serve him dead
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| Dark thoughts screaming around
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| They can’t bring me down
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| Nightmares haunt my future
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| While the vultures tear a carrion
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| Troubles are crossing, crossing my way
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| You know it’s hard to stand
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| It’s like a storm and we are marching on
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| Now I am in command.
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| I kill my prey… yeah!
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| All right!
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| Revolution… It’s time to change
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| I see it over my shoulder
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| Troubles come and troubles go
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| Under the endless gaze of the beholder
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| I believe that all I need
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| Lives inside my head
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| Strong of mind, determination
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| Nothing to declare
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| I kill my prey
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| Marching into the storm |