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Ironic sensation, ironic delay
Whole generation means nothing to me
Others they are different sort
Blood in their eyes is hard to control
Danger to us, all we stand for
Has come to our near, knocked at our door
In the dark of night their razor blades
To kill us all in our sleep
But the great eye saw it all
It did warn us of their secret goal
They seemed like our friends, they liked our gods
But power they want, to enslave us all
Take our prizes, pride and joy,
To have our children as their toys
In the dark of night their razor blades
To kill us all in our sleep
But the great eye saw it all
It did warn us of their secret goal
In the flames of suffering they burn and yell
Mercy they want hot steel they get
Brutal force of our dominion
Cuts the flash of the others rebelion
No one
Shall take
What was
Ours
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