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I'm running away from the city

The battlefield's starting to fall

Be famous, be loved and be pretty

Others must die by the sword

An endless supply to the ego

All you must do is to pay

Your reason screams to do so

It's the only way

It's the sign of the times

Always project every doing

And all that you do must be great

Glamor and fame are just spewing

While reality tries to relate

It's a one-way street declination

With room for no one but you

This sweet fabricated temptation

It's the devil's brew

It's the sign of the times

To the digital crucifix

To the digital crucifix

We carry the cross on our backs

Forever slaves, forever slaves

We are the slaves...