It tamed the land-86'ed good man;
wholesale slaughter like disease
Power's tools in the hands of fools
bringing mankind to it's knees.
I won't run away-
Gonna look you in the eyes...
Like life's living, make it sweet.
I ain't your tortured Power's dog to beat.
You're a wannabe.
I'd look down the barrel to be free.
You know I'm not afraid,
your price I'm always payin'-
Gonna be my game you're playing.
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