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There are some rumors about

The lights they all have gone out

There stands a man apart

From everyone

Same people beneath the sky

Same stars are shining tonight

Now they're standing still

Painted in gray

Far away searching for the answers

On the wind riding for tomorrow

Order to take no prisoners

Either slaves or dead we are

Order to hold still,

cowards are losers we are

The Night is falling upon us again

We pushed our limits way too much

I can't figure what's happening

Among all this noise such

Some people grow stronger

While other just fade away

Some people know it all

While we tumble down

What makes you so sure now

You just need the bitchslap son

Dont ever reach me now

Fight till the end

Far away searching for the answers

On the wind riding for tomorrow