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Deed Before CreedWe are born without identityMolded by what others want us to be Resentment in our minds and anger in our hearts What's left to fill the voids of these empty lives we start? I'm on the search for something real Something to hold, something to feel Our lives, our lives begin on the day that we open our eyes And realize and realize this world will never provide Our lives, our lives begin on the day that we open our eyes And realize and realize this world will never provide This world will never provide We're soldiers on the march of death But I'm breaking rank to desert the rest Modern man is numb from the glow of artificial sun Realities of revolution and rage Buried in the noise of the information age Our lives, our lives begin on the day that we open our eyes And realize and realize this world will never provide Our lives, our lives begin on the day that we open our eyes And realize and realize this world will never provide This world will never provide |