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This is the next century
And we live far beyond
Killing people doesn't matter
A necessary means to an end
Waiting for the final day
A premonition of what will come
The clock counts off the seconds
At least there will be no retreat
A vision and a dream
It was now and had been
The focus of everything
You can't escape the deadly sting
You ride into the abyss
At a hundred miles an hour
Now you have already reached the point of no return
This is your destiny
To protect the new invention
Even if it costs your life
We'll be equal to our god
A vision and a dream...