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War between races war between liesWar between something that lays deep insideThe deadlies one hides in the dead of fireHow many must slave before we realizeHow many must slave before we realize I cought a glimpse of things to comeI was once deadI cought a glimpse of things to comeOne man steps and launch his explosivesI cought a glimpse of things to come It falls on you and it falls on meOutside the church the streets are wet its halft past threeWhen you get the move steady cause nothing good is out to getSomebody wounded blood on the front seat its the beginning of the endGod bless the day and family and friends I cought a glimpse of things to comeI was once deadI cought a glimpse of things to comeOne man steps and launch his explosivesI cought a glimpse of things to come Aus Songtexte Mania