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Something strange stirs in the street
People restlessly tap their feet
They're waiting for freedom
Things they don't have, things they won't get
Drumbeats in the dark
Beating fear into peoples hearts
Marching feet is what they want
Those who blow the whistle that we follow
Walk the thin line between the twin towers
Where living ain't easy but freedom is close
Watch the man behind the podium display his powers
Believing their lies feel redeemed when your minds close
Is it dusk or dawn are we players or pawns
Masters or slaves are you easily replaced
When the trinity is reduced to a concept of two
When the goddess is killed so is a part of you
Walk the thin line between the twin towers
Where living ain't easy but freedom is close
Watch the man behind the podium display his powers
Believing their lies feel redeemed when your minds close
Is it dusk or dawn are we players or pawns
Masters or slaves are you easily replaced
When the trinity is reduced to a concept of two
When the goddess is killed so is a part of you
Walk the thin line between the twin towers
Where living ain't easy but freedom is close
Watch the man behind the podium display his powers
Believing their lies feel redeemed when your minds close