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The upper hand belongs to a broken man
To one who sold himself
A mind coerced by selfishness, no desire to look within
We play the game, forced to bend
See through the waves; infrared
He wears his good deeds like a lead helmet, he denies the rest
A hate-breeder at best, selling people to his deception
Look within
We play the game, forced to bend
See through the waves, infrared
The by-and-by is no longer standing still
Your ethos radiates, and we die