Standing here, crisp and clear with half a smile,
A hundred voices hunt you down and your heart goes wild,
Fatal warning signs in the quarters of your mind,
Flickering through the years with a taste like diamond tears.
Waging wars through each new day, it's a young mans game,
One more shot he ricochets in the suffering haze,
Those fatal warning signs, the quarters of your mind,
Flickering through the years with a taste like diamond tears,
Taste like diamond tears.
A rising cloud, a fiersome fire in the midday sun,
A battle rages from dusk til dawn, and true colours the run
Those fatal warning signs in the quarters of your mind,
Flickering through the years with a taste like diamond tears,
A taste like diamond tears,
Taste like diamond tears, a taste like diamond tears.
A dark to light, its a free mans right to pack and run,
A fighting chance to dart and dance with the fading drum,
Fatal warning signs in the quarters of your mind,
Flickering through the years with a taste like diamond tears,
A taste like diamond tears, taste like diamond tears,
A taste like diamond tears, a taste like diamond tears.

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