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caught in a crossfire of violence and hate Leaders are born from what remains in the wake of Social and political unrest We find ourselves among the ranks of the opressed How can we walk with our head held high? Run by the system till the day we die As the machines manipulate our world Down with the authors of executive control Independence, liberty System of society will no longer succeed Revolution, insurgency We cannont compromise our individuality There's something in the way There's something in the way we think And we dont know, we dont care No sign of victory is in our sights But the strength to rise above is in our minds The towers fall as we wage our war againts the robots of executive conrol Independence, liberty Too many leaders. Too many clones Revolution, insurgency Too many outcasts. Too many fools Aus Songtexte Mania