[lyrics by Dmitry Basik]
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With dismay you meet the rising dawn,
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Tired of the endless roam,
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You've lost your way and there is no return
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To the place you long ago called home.
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With a burnt out soul and broken will,
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After years of pain you've suffered through,
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With every freedom-loving breath they'd kill,
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There's nothing left of the real you
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Blind to your pain, deaf to all the words you say,
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Never even cared to take you as you are,
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Crippling your life, treated you like nasty stray,
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Refused to be their slave, you're labeled pariah.
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Life has past, and all is gone,
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And bleeding mind no longer cares,
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And only labeled heart and crown of thorns
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Still bring you back in your nightmares...
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[CHORUS:]
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Living in the hell they proudly call society,
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Burning with the hate they've sown in your heart,
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Trying to retain your life grain of sanity,
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Which let you be your self which stamps you pariah.
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I've got no heart, I've got no thoughts, I've got no face,
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I suffocate, I can't tear out from your embrace,
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And day by day, through all my life I obey your will,
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I'm just the one among the crowd you slowly kill.
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[CHORUS.]
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Pariah
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Vicious Crusade |