Born from some mother's womb -- Just like any other room Made a promise for a new life -- Made a victim out of your life When your time's on the door -- And you trip on the floor And you feel you can touch -- All the noise is too much And the seeds that are sown -- Are no longer your own Just a minor operation -- To force the final ultimatum A thousand words are spoken loud Reach that gun to fool the crowds When you walk down the street and the Sound that's so sweet And you wish you could hide -- Maybe go for a ride To some picture arcade -- Where the future's not made A nightmare situation -- Infiltrate imagination Smacks of past holy wars -- Fight a war with broken laws The leaders of men -- Born out of your frustration The leaders of men -- Just a strange infatuation The leaders of men -- Made A promise for a new life No saviour for our sakes To crush the atrocities of hate Self-induced manipulation To crush all thoughts Of mass-salvation
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