| The world is delusion, an illusion
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| The scourge is down on us and eats us like a parasite
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| The worms have made their home into our brains
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| Sowing fear, hunger, misery, destructive agony
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| We have to run and hide or we will fall
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| The scourge is down on us and eats us like a parasite
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| The world is illusion and delusion
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| Don’t you look back, only pain you will see
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| Just show us the way to go
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| So we have something to believe
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| Something that we can reach
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| Something that we can dream
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| That we’ve been longing for so long
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| We need to find a place home
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| On this prison planet
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| No turning back, the motion is constant
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| The relics of the past will remind us of our dissent
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| The fall of one, the ascent of the next
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| The end of an era
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| The aftermath of our demise
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| Can you hear the loud ticking of the clock?
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| It’s the great mystery
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| The great mystery of our time
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| What will we do? |
| When will we change it all?
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| Don’t you look back, only pain you will see
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| Just show us the way to go
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| So we have something to believe
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| Something that we can reach
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| Something that we can dream
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| That we’ve been longing for so long
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| We need to find a place home
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| On this prison planet
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| Words are idle without a cause
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| Meaningless without actions
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| We’ve signed with blood the epitaph
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| On our enemies' graves
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| They will not choose who I am
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| Even if I stand on the edge
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| And would you dare to take my hand
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| No matter what’s there at the end
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| The means we need to make it right
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| Are not so far away from us
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| The will to fight
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| The strength to stand
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| To unite under the same banner
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| Just show us the way so we become
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| The mankind that we wish to be
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| And take our hand to bring us to
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| The deepest of horizon
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| We need to find a place home
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| On this prison planet |