AYREON SINGS OF THE USELESSNESS OF THE COUNTLESS WARS TO COME,
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AND THE ABSURDITY OF THE FINAL ANNIHILATION BY THE PUSH OF JUST ONE BUTTON
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BY JUST ONE MAN.
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[AYREON:]
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echoes of a thousand screams
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smoke, blood and fire
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a deserted battlefield
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millions of men will die
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at one man's desire
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and the docile mass will yield
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all through the ages
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men will die before their time
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in an everlasting war
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as long as man is taught
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that war is not a crime
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man will fight for evermore
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out of the ashes
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a war-lord will arise
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and tyrannize the land
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his reign of terror
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will cost many a sacrifice
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an inferno is at hand
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all through the centuries
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men will be caged
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in the name of liberty
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as long as man shall live
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wars will be waged
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or will we ever be set free?
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Set me free!
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the road to ruin
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gets shorter all the time
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as technology will improve
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it takes but one man
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to commit the ultimate crime
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and make the final move
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Waracle
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