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Listen children, coming fast

Demented horror, from the past

Few can conquer, many try

Frozen fingers, shifty eyes

Soldiers of dishonour

In it for the dollar

Follow your desire

Don't be fooled by liars

The lies stay with them all from crib to grave

Propaganda King rules all the slaves

For once feel pain for days and loves gone by

Days and loves and things that you can't buy

I speak to you, you are the future

Don't ever let moments pass you by

Hold on to all that you know is yours

Fear not the memories that you make