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We are somber ilk

lords got scared

burn and let the suckers dream

play a cold way out

to perch on the act: cold skins

play me a hard way out ain't sin

Fears warm my draft

Is this supposed to feed my head?

The way we lie our souls

we get the fury and the fire

and no freedom rank

tell me all the lies

'cause it's so late

let our buddies be insane

all our grave desire

held in a prison of fire

toll was the scene to rely

on the folks that buy the girl's spade

to banish bad spirits

we are doin' the fear last, insane!

Because we need to rest

Pray by my side and yours chagrins

will set the fire into paralized civil lies

and it's still free and wild and rancid

generals are lifes for lies and burn the gallows

and all the big souls of a man

Get 'em wild to face the war

Among the fates ya need to get one

Among the gods ya need to fear one

Among the roads ya need to pick one

(who passes way in the mile of fate?)