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Murderer, man of fire |
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Murderer |
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I've seen the eyes of living dead |
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It's the same game, survival |
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The great mass play a waiting game |
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Embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain |
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All sense of freedom gone |
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Black sun in a white world |
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Like having a black son |
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In a white world |
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I have a son |
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His name is Eden |
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It's his birthright |
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Beyond estranged time |
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Give me 69 years |
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Another season in this hell |
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It's all sex and death |
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As far as I can tell |
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Like Prometheus, we are bound |
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Chained to this rock |
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Of a brave new world |
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Our godforsaken lot |
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And I feel that's all |
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We've ever needed to know |
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'Til worlds end |
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And the seas run cold |
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Give me 69 years |
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Another season in this hell |
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There is sex and death |
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In Mother Nature's plans |
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Like Prometheus, we are bound |
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Chained to this rock |
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Of a brave new world |
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Our godforsaken lot |
