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After ten thousand years, it’s still us against them,
and my heroes have always died at the end.
So who’s going to account for these sins?

And I don’t know who here is my friend.
Well, I’m certain that I’ve seen uglier men,
But, Christ, fuck me if I can remember when.
Well, whatever, I’ll be lonely again.

All the times are turning forward.
Six darkwinged devils line up at my door.
Each one is more evil then that which came before.
Seven angels find me spread across the floor.

You might learn to believe you’re a star.
And I’ll admit that it’s worked out pretty well so far.
But when they see the kind of person that you really are
then you won’t be laughing so hard.

After ten thousand years, it’s still us against them,
and my heroes have always died at the end.