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Smoke descends, your life ends
What you see isn't always real
Time decays the masquerade
Crawl across the desert floor
Lose control of your burnt out soul
Stoke the fires to please the gods
Cast the blood upon the stones
Sacrifice your life to reveal the lies
Welcome to the sadlands
Where your life ain't worth a dime
Like time slipping from your hands
Dreams will show you what is real
Burnt out and wrecked and left unchecked
Never deny the rights that you have
Hear the voice from the mountain top
Scream aloud the orders of your fate
All the woes that you'll never know
Forces your hand to take their lands
Blood on their hands from your commands
History is written by the winners
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