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Farewell my son
take care, it won't be long
till the end of your crusade.
embrace your god, ignore your fate
marching through the street
of sin and make believe
in the name of the media
tell me which god is in your heart
that wants mankind to fall apart
new found lies, the truth is bent
we are not heaven-sent
marching through the street
of sin and make believe
in the name of the media
I'll be here, wondering what's worse
that they expect you to die, or me awaiting your hearse
till the end of your crusade.
Embrace your god, ignore your fate.
