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Control towers stab the empty sundown The verdicts brand innocent or guity? In the time of the waged sacrifice only fakis can keep their balance on the edge of the bladers of hate Day by day mafia kisses suck and bite the soul of the king with the crown of thorns during the siege. It's the final round! when punches don't hurt but scars open as you just graze them If the fate has been a liar there's alwais time to revenge I pointed high the finger to find the Key of the prison of the Tiger TV-wiches are in ambush on the tracks of the Black Eagle vision of the end of century The rain wipes out the tracks of the day The candidate to the torture gives away girls to be hanged on the wall The damned race pays the most expensive ticked in order to travel Songtexteon the economy class of the train of capitalism The idols came back in the pack towards new battle fields no shelter from the struggle for a new throne If the fate... The night might be born from the womb of the western world the assembly lines fall down. Shot! In the heart hands out stretched because of an electric dream trouble the luck of the games has changed hands is that the terror of the state shuffing the cards The firing squad sheds its old skin while my mother weighs her problems with every ad. Clyde & Jessy are ready to empty all the banks in town Good luck! everything's ok for Clide Warrior & Jessy Colt If the fate... Aus Songtexte Mania