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Wasteland crusaders

Raise your fists
Wasteland crusaders
Go against your restraints
Into the bläck we all go
Raised fists hold the light
You know what it is you fight
Feel that it is right
Feel the might of the masses
The violent clashes of the classes
Society divided
We desperately try to please

Raise your fists
Wasteland crusaders
Into the night we fight
Peace is what we seek
War is what we speak

We wake up screaming
These halls are all teaming
With these monstrosities
Horrendous atrocities
Wake up wake up
Escape this nightmare
We wake up screaming
And we fall asleep dreaming
But we live in a world
Where the dead are walking
And there are no feelings

Wasteland crusaders
Accept your sins
Raise your fists and accept this
ACCEPT THIS
Accept your sin
And shed your skin
Know the beauty within

Fields of gold
Unfold before you
Riches for all to behold
Will you give in to greed?
Or simply take what you need?
Fight the temptation
Escape your incarceration
Of self destruction
Cage inside your mind
You decide to hide behind
Hide no more
Open all your doors
And accept the world
Close your eyes
And know yourself

Your natural habitat
You must attack
Your strength must not lack
A war you must fight
Bring peace to your mind
Banish your demons inside
Raise your fist
Challenge the gods of man
Challenge the laws carved into your walls

Into darkness we fight
Away from the light
Into the night sky we fly
In the darkness we fight
Towards our plight
Listen
Listen
Death whispers a lullaby
A lullaby

All this time we have been trying to please
Trying to appease the deities of society
Now we stand against them
Going against the status quo
We have to close the door
Escape this mindset
We need to escape this closet
Trapped we would be no more
Whore to society no more

Children cry at night
But mom and dad are not in sight
Cry no more child of God
You might be lost
But you are not alone
Look around you
You are your home
Master to none
Slave to no one

Raise your fists
Claim the throne
Dethrone the kings of man
Embrace the madness
Banish the sadness
Acknowledge the lawlessness

Country for the people
By the people
Is but a lie
Land of the free
Home of the brave
They are just the slaves
To society
Open your arms
Go and be free
Wasteland crusaders
Raise your fists...





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