Giving our blood to the doomsday machine and fighting for ravaged land.
A worthless gain, we march on a dead end road
A violent new disorder feeding off mistrust
We forgot what we were fighting for; A worthless aim
A victory of despair
Dead eyes see no future
Falling from grace, we are coming home
-Arch EnemySo I start my job tomorrow
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