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Through these dying eyes, I can hear the light illusions running round the world inferno burning bright its a dismal scene, the stories so obscene its hard to concentrate on camped out preachers, right extreme and should I even try to listen, forked tongues are hissing, in my ears and the points keep going missing cause in the end, it's all the same, were filthy little leeches born of the outer reaches.... whoa oh with our guns in our hands and a battle cry yeah take it back to the streets, put your boots down there the momentary lapse, society's collapse ideas are watered down so you cannot interact with their baited breath, and all their cyber nets intrusion on your soul is always rated second best and in the case of emergency, you smash the glass and see the shattered fragments of your world are supposed to be all set up in a line, confirming right on time the devils assembly line.... whoa oh with our guns in our hands and a battle cry yeah take it back to the streets, put your boots down there drop your protest signs, start to plant the landmines Songtextesocial consciousness burns, these are effigies of life so take that game face off and show those lying eyes the illusions fading quick the tides of fate are rising high you cannot stop what was really meant to be try to see.... you wanna be a star, your never gonna get to far your living ghetto fabulous, soon to be a prisoner your chasing lies, with those starry puppy eyes ya signed the dotted line, you're in for a big surprise like a jackal staring down a loaded barrel your title shot is here kid, your life is in a peril you count them off with your buckshot, 1, 2, 3 , your caught in a cycle, your just an effigy these are the effigies of life your life, my life, everybody's fucking life Aus Songtexte Mania