Warsaw - Penal Colony

I was there in the back stage

When the first light came around

I grew up like a changeling

To win the first time around

I can see all the weakness

I pick all the faults

Well I concede all the faith tests

Just to stick in your throats

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I hung around in your soundtrack

To mirror all that you’ve done

To find the right side of reason

To kill the three lies for one

I can see all the cold facts

I can see through your eyes

All this talk made no contact

No matter how hard we tried

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I can still hear the footsteps

I can see only walls

I slid into your man-traps

With no hearing at all

I just see contradiction

Had to give up the fight

Just to live in the past tense

To make believe you were right

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