"How many people really care?
How many will be standing?
I'll light the match, the flame, the fuse, the bomb.
Rescue the world from slavery.
I wanna torch it, burn it, scorch it, fuckin' stomp it out.
Laugh as it blows away!
I won't eat anothe rotten apple.
Though I've grown to like the taste.
I want you to know, I want you to see.
I want you to look beyond your own eyes.
Past your afflictions!" - White Knuckles
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