all the people running around with no policeman in control
pay no mind to the man behind the curtain all he wants is your soul
fire starters cringe at the very thought of extinguishing their trade
and the brain-dead clamor and trample each other for a little slice of cake
as the shields try to settle in we'll unleash our battle plan
the cruisers overturned, the foundations burned
and the screams from the victimized drown out their good-byes
the pieces are in place for a game of human race
rely on our human intuition
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