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Breaking ground on the newest thunder
The pressure’s on, what do you contemplate
To them compete with the fleshly wonder
The ultimate in vanity prevails
CHORUS
We waste our life on passions
That bear fruit of emptiness
The taste of greed,
The seed that but breeds death.
The game begins
Who’s team your on
And where are all my friends
But then who’s keeping score
When twilight ends
Now’s your chance to advance in status
What’s the cost but a lifetime of betrayal
Bleeding fast from the lack of reason
Torn apart by the offspring of the season
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