(Kerry Livgren / Steve Walsh)
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The sparks of the tempest rage a hundred years on
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The voice of the dreamer screams, the cause of the pawn
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The King and the Queen are gone, each piece is the same
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The difference between us is a part of the game
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Darkness is spreading like a spot on the sun
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The dead are the living in the age of the gun
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While everyone clamors for the justice they seek
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The world is corrupted and the strong take the weak
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They mold you and shape you, they watch what you do
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The sparks of the tempest are burnin' you through
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Spreading like wildfire, fallin' like rain
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Though they may promise, they only bring pain
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The future is managed, and your freedom's a joke
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You don't know the difference as you put on the yoke
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The less that you know the more you fall into place
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A cog in the wheel, there is no soul in your face
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Run for the cover, Millennium's here
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Bearing the standard of confusion and fear
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Spreading like wildfire, fallin' like rain
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Though they may promise, they only bring pain
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Blood in the sand, a cry in the street
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Now the cycle is nearly complete
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Ten thousand years, and nothing was learned
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No turning back, now the wheel has turned
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Big Brother is watching and he likes what he sees
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A world for the taking, when he's ready to squeeze
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The King and the Queen are gone, each piece is the same
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The difference between us is a part of the game
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Soothsayer saying now tell me no lies
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What is this madness that is filling the skies
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Spreading like wildfire, fallin' like rain
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Though they may promise, they only bring pain
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Sparks Of The Tempest
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