Sick of a sickness
A reoccurring nightmare of
Convulsing through slow tempo dance
Liberation requiem
Stamped out curriculum
On that doppelganger laughing (manifesting wings)
The dark side
Drop trip

Lost on a trip
No acid can supply
Because L.S.D. ain't what it used to be (for me)
Inside of dead weight standing
Speaking with authority
Black smoke is swirling upward masking...
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The dark side
Misanthropy skin deep
The dark side
(We) the children of extremes
The dark side
Will warn a fool indeed
The dark side
You'll have to carry that weight..
I fight
I will fight
Against the strands so ill advised

The dark side
Misanthropy skin deep
The dark side
(We) the children of extremes
The dark side
Will warn a fool indeed
The dark side
You'll have to carry that weight..
I fight
I will fight
Against the strands so ill advised

We'll never know when
Some day will bring our own
(Sudden)...last time

I will fight...you say you want a revolution?
I will fight...and carry that weight