Fight and sweat, fight and sweat, sweat, sweat
Hold on the throne, it's empty now
Fight and sweat, fight and sweat, sweat, sweat
Hold on the throne, it's empty now
We used to ride the trains and wander through our city
The night became the reason why we even walk at all
In such a costume, we all could die soon
So now's the only time and we're still here before it's gone
We held the virus, which dwelled inside us
Unless the cure is found, I fear it's 1999
Every night until the end, sundown, we'll do it all again
Regret is for the weak and I plan to die before I can stand
Fight and sweat, fight and sweat, sweat, sweat
Hold on the throne, it's empty now
Fight and sweat, fight and sweat, sweat, sweat
Hold on the throne, it's empty now
They cured us and ensured us all, the answer was a pill
So we took it and it made us swell, the ride and what you would depend
But the cure was worse than the disease, we tried to give it back like
Please remove this cancer from my veins or merge the bullet with my brain
We changed, especially the death of me
Which cases of attack was left to me
Assimilation, a zombie nation
With all our weight and never thought we'd bite the hand
Fight and sweat, fight and sweat, sweat, sweat
Hold on the throne, it's empty now
Fight and sweat, fight and sweat, sweat, sweat
Hold on the throne, it's empty now
In times of social crisis and tension
In times when changes come so thick and fast
That the individual can no longer place himself in his group
When he knows that something is wrong but doesn't know what
When he feels himself a pawn
In times like these, both men become highly suggestive
They listen eagerly for any voice which sounds authority
They listen eagerly for anyone who can tell them what is wrong and what to do to right it
Who can diagnose their trouble and prescribe a cure
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