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Everything comes to a question, where time is the factor.
But I can’t care about that.
Everyone talks about justice but truth is forgotten.
You’re accused but not on trial.

Turn to me ,- For the right answer.
And I will tell you, - That everything comes into:

CHAOS, BURNING, TERROR.
I am 6 ft. of anger.
PANIC, CARNAGE, MAYHEM.
I am 6 ft. of anger.

I’m building tension but not any bridges.
‘Cause I don’t care about that.
The weight of my conscience is lighter than air.
I am bent but never broken.

Turn to me ,- For the right answer.
And I will tell you, - That everything comes into:

CHAOS, BURNING, TERROR.
I am 6 ft. of anger.
PANIC, CARNAGE, MAYHEM.
I am 6 ft. of anger.

(SPEECH)

CHAOS, BURNING, TERROR.
I am 6 ft. of anger.
PANIC, CARNAGE, MAYHEM.
I am 6 ft. of anger.

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