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Can you hear us when we scream |
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Of our burdened beliefs |
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Ending all sanity |
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The wrong to right, indeed I wonder |
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The promise to break instead to suffer |
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Can you see us when we bleed |
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With wounds a mile deep |
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Spraying profusely |
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The pain to feel indeed it grows |
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The tables to tune instead to fuel |
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Something inside us fades |
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When weakness turns into trying |
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We all must carry on |
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For the slaughtered and the dying |
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Can you feel us when we kill |
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Everything that you have built |
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We must stop at nothing |
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The wrong to right, ha! |
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Indeed I wonder |
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The promise you broke, instead you suffer |
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Something inside us fades |
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When weakness turns into trying |
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We all must carry on |
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For the slaughtered and the dying |
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Something inside us fades |
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When weakness turns into trying |
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We all must carry on |
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For the slaughtered and the dying |
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We all must carry on |
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For the slaughtered and the dying |
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We all must carry on |
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For the slaughtered and the dying |
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Yeeeeaaaahhhahaha |