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Who would sing the praise of this captor?

A country of chrome and ash

Every time I try to run faster

I'm dragged back down on my ass

Cause the world's a fucking bastard

Built on a mountain of graves

So I pickup that gun on the dashboard

And aim it straight for my face

And the silence broke for a second there

But it was swallowed up by the dread

Cause I'd rather be smothered out by despair

Than put a bullet in my head

Cause the fuckers will do that for me

As the death-count covers my name

But till then I'll stick to the fantasy

That something could ever really change

But not in my lifetime

Not in my lifetime

Not in my lifetime

Not in my lifetime

Not in my lifetime

Not in my lifetime

Not in my lifetime

Not in my lifetime