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Queensryche Operation Mindcrime Ii

: Culture hostage. I?m writhing in the cold grasp of justice, as she turns away. Blind is she supposed to be but, someone took a razor to her mask

: Imagine if you will, what it means . . . this worthless life. Tried my best to the scratch the surface got bloody broken fingernails. Convincing stories

: Last time, missed my chance but never again. The further away you slip, the more I?ll dig in. All things come around again and this time I?ll be ready

: She said, ?Baby, where you been? Why?d you have to leave me? I?m on the other side . . . just looking in.? I?ve been so high; I climbed to the mountaintop

: You think you?re smart, inventive because you?ve figured out my game? Pride is a handy substitute, when you?ve got only yourself to blame. All my

: Lost my faith in humanity and I don?t trust in society I?m numb, cold, ready. No one else dies today . . . What did you do? I don?t remember . . .

: Back streets . . . oh hell, back where I started from there?s not a thing . . . but you. When they took you, when they took you from me and left

: Is there some other way out of here? Somewhere I could find myself? Can?t sleep enough, can?t stay high. All the promises . . . just another lie.

Lost my faith in humanity and I don?t trust in society I?m numb, cold, ready. No one else dies today . . . What did you do? I don?t remember . . .