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I'm running away from the city
The battlefield's starting to fall
Be famous, be loved and be pretty
Others must die by the sword
An endless supply to the ego
All you must do is to pay
Your reason screams to do so
It's the only way

It's the sign of the times

Always project every doing
And all that you do must be great
Glamor and fame are just spewing
While reality tries to relate
It's a one-way street declination
With room for no one but you
This sweet fabricated temptation
It's the devil's brew

It's the sign of the times

To the digital crucifix
To the digital crucifix
We carry the cross on our backs
Forever slaves, forever slaves
We are the slaves...

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