Kneel down and bow to this
invisible force
Put your hands
I still remember
We were standing as one
The kids in the
These thoughts make me sick
and there's not a day not
Why all the nation states
why being proud of enslavement
we live
Lonely soul on the battlefield
fire is all that remains
fire of
Just another band, no!
Another powerful youth,
see things are changing
All I hear just lies
Every day in our lives
Now it's
I'm getting closer to my dreams
and somehow I'm not satisfied
I
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