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The luck of the tyrant who dies in his sleep
The mind of a prisoner who lives in his dreams
The hand in the curtain, the string that it pulls
The fear in your eyes, the money that's worth
The god of a dolt who prays every night
The sword from a man who swings from his spite
The fullness of those who live how they die
The power of people who stand up and fight
Get-get down to the essence of the answers that you seek
You're late to the party and we're all about to leave
All day, all night you ignore reality
So get down to the essence of the answers that you seek
The lines of her palm that tell her she's rich
The lessons you learn face down in a ditch
Armed with a lance he set out to live
Hunting down demons hat do not exist
The soul of a coward who sleeps like a child
The bodies he's buried, his hideous smile
Show him the truth and he's suddenly blind
The beast in his eyes when there's nowhere to hide
Get down to the essence of the answers that you seek
You're late to the party and we're all about to leave
All day, all night you ignore reality
So get down to the essence of the answers that you seek
Face yourself
Face yourself
Face yourself or die