[Fallen men]
You're flogging a dead horse
But your turn will come
No, there are no backdoors,
You're a ghost on the run
Take a red pill and my hand,
We'll never face the rising sun
We are fallen men my friend
And a friend will let you down
We are fallen men
In the pulse of misfortune
We will rise again
From the ash into change
You're killing the wronf one,
Well, you're sick of life (in vain)
No, there will be no sun
And no chance to rise (again)
Losing games at midnight
For the price of life
We dream of love at first sight
And of ancient rites
We are fallen men
In the pulse of misfortune
We will rise again
From the ash into change

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