I have seen the poor man tremble Pushed backward toward the end of the line He believes in a fallen superpower Herein lies the agony of our time Into the ashes We have no voice to call our own Into the ashes We have no place to call our home This engines running on fire And I dont know if it will sustain us This engines running on fire Will it be enough to save us? Can it be enough to save us? By day we pound the streets Poverty stricken We are crushed by the system Theres nothing so binding Hopeless, hungry Waste our time By night we act like kings Wasting fortunes We are crushed by the system Theres nothing so binding Vapid, empty Waste our time Crushed by the system Theres nothing so binding
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