What is this that I see here You're walking through the streets of fear What is this did I consent Armed guard of punishment What is life and what is death You may laugh or gasp for breath I ride the streets now filled with hate Carve pathways through the lines of fate With my energising ray Power is the game I play I can murder steal or rape Panic is the rule I make Panic is the rule I make Panic is the rule I make
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