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With a heavy heart and a black mark on my soul This burdens a bastard that we have all known In a world without heroes just abandoned thrones All is gone While gangs of the ignorant extol their intolerance Sweeping the streets while preaching their nonsense Your soul is on fire, your world is in flames What a shame To behold This act's getting old Pack up the tents and send the circus home Move it on down the line, a catastrophic pantomime The last to know, the first in line time after time Life in a pile of ashes Plight of the vile and disastrous While you're praying for a savior Anticipating, awaiting their failure Cross the T's and dot the I's Another Christ to crucify These filthy hands and guilty eyes Blind concubine From Letras Mania