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He just sits and waits for them to kick in the door
He once was a hero they don't love him no more
There's a blast, every time a foot hits the floor
His gift for not fighting another man's war
And if they can get their hands on the mask that he wore
On his face, they can put somebody else in his place and restore
The state, the illusion that its safe
the faith, that being a slave is great
As gas fills the room and rockets destroy everything around him
He stands to find himself surrounded
By thousands of soldiers that his once trained to never miss their targets
Heartless, Hello Darkness