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Outcast a time of war,
The mankind lost control
Of life and death, under survaillance
I watch the children pray,
While God just turns away
Our in the ruins they seek shelter
These streets were once my home,
But those golden days are gone,
Now I'm fighting to survive
Stone cold, man or machine
Stone cold, the end of our dream
The word is on the street,
It's kill or to be killed
With no exception your're on your own
We should have seen it all along,
The writings on the wall,
Tell me what have we become
Stone cold, man or machine
Stone cold, the end of our dream
Who do you belive in now,
When the prophecy came true the final deja vu
These streets were once my home,
But those golden days are gone,
Now I'm fighting to survive
Stone cold, man or machine
Stone cold, the end of our dream |
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