it’s gone dark oppressive in the nether latitudes where we are imprisoned in endless night there are suckers here who’ll bleed you dry they’ll steal your words and feed you lies I stand accused of the things that I said but I won’t beg for mercy I’ll never kneel or bow my head I’ll strike no deals with my oppressors you know I’m not crying coz I don’t feel sorry the night is seeping in but I don’t seem to worry
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