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THEM:
As summer creeps its way
The winter weather is here to stay
So light a fire to warm yourself
jump right in
because the end of days is coming
as sure as the weather is grim

This is the end
Don't play pretend
No more time here to spend
So sit back and wait
It is never too late
To make your enemies your friends

And as they slowly creep away
They leave a part of them here to stay
The most vile, the most putrid
The genocide won't hurt as much
As the thoughts of letting go
Because you know...

...This is the end
Don't play pretend
No more time here to spend
So sit back and wait
It is never too late
To make your enemies your friends

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The Messenger:
There's a black bird whispering my sins
I doubt I'll wake in the morning
There's a black bird whispering my sins
I doubt I'll ever wake again

Blinded by my ambitions
I could not see that
the messenger was after me
Although it is probably to late for me
I may as well submit
the messenger is here, can't you see?

There are erased faces calling my name
They tell me never be ashamed
There are erased faces calling my name
And they tell me people are all the same

Blinded by my ambitions
I could not see that
the messenger was after me
Although it is probably to late for me
I may as well submit
the messenger is here, can't you see?

The Messenger is after me
The messenger is after me
the messenger..
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Leader:

Follow the leader
The man you'd bleed for
He makes sure you don't see more than you should
And does everything for you before
you could even move and
lose your time
Freedom is a crime

He sings so you sing along
You support him even though you know he is wrong
You don't know where you belong
So you listen to his song

His beautifully diguised voice
hides his satanic tone
It is your choice
to obey what's (un)known
He'd do anything
To get your dime
As you waste your time
On his rhyme
you waste away
freedom is a crime


He sings so you sing along
You support him even though you know he is wrong
You don't know where you belong
So you listen to his song
I wrote a song about war...
The kind that lives in your head.