I am the innocent I am what could have been The dreams you talk about, Now left on broken skin Here lies hysteria, A land where chaos reigns Global Disturbia, Bows down to twisted ways.  A world of hate awaits We are The Wild Ones They all look the same… Our time has come

I am the innocent I am what could have been The dreams you talk about, Now left on broken skin Here lies hysteria, A land where chaos reigns Global Disturbia, Bows down to twisted ways. A world of hate awaits We are The Wild Ones They all look the same… Our time has come

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