Into The Fire

The day we are born,

is the day we lose our souls.

Pent up frustrations, lead down a dark road.

Raging in the light

Waiting for the night

Lifes so buerocratic,

it's all XXXX and nothing we can do about it.

Abandoned by god, were the children,

of the damned.

Lost in the confusion,

Out of the frying pan,

and onto the fire.

Copyright 1998


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