| Those that don’t know their history will fall right back to hell
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| Some things never change
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| There’s nothing new under the sun they say
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| The great fathers warned us — tyrrany would raise its ugly head
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| But apathy is all we have and apathy will make you dead!
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| We’re not on this earth to absorb the mindless trash you feed us
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| To react like Pavlov’s dogs, salivating for your corporate jingles
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| Now it’s time that we take our power
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| One life full of truth nullifies all the lies of a thousand walking dead!
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| I’m talking to you Sax-Coberg-Goethe, my ancestral enemy
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| I’m talk to you Mother Tick, Mother Whore; |
| can you feel the ancient enemy?
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| I’m calling you Red Shield what you are; |
| dark carrion bird
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| Parasitic command and controllers, I finally know just who you are!
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| Arrogant filth, inbred trash, I live to expose you to the world
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| Listen here, listen good and you’ll never have your new world order, fools!
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| And you can tell your old friends in the Vatican that the game is up — cover
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| blown
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| The dynamite human spirit’s something that you’ll never kill, never have before
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| — we have already won!
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| It’s my destiny to fight you!
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| And consequently… I am alive!
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| You blue blood scum! |
| Come to battle!
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| I am alive!
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| You brood of trash. |
| You’ll never win!
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| I am alive!
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| You’re walking dead but I, I — I am alive!
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| This dark specter spreads its wings over the Earth
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| Its shadow energies permeate into Her crust
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| But I know this evil outward force, is nothing more than our own repressed dark
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| selves
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| But none-the-less this battle must be fought
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| This battle must be waged both inside and out
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| This battle is both within and without
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| I am alive!
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| You blue blood scum! |
| Come to battle!
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| I am alive!
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| You brood of trash. |
| You’ll never win!
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| I am alive!
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| You’re walking dead but I, I — I am alive! |