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Everyday is war |
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The struggle of our lives |
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The state of mass decline |
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We fight for our own kind |
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Working against the grain |
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Fighting the pain again |
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Alleviate the senses |
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Shutting down all my defenses |
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To gain |
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To lose |
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To fall |
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To bruise |
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Stumbling before I fall |
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Learn to run before I crawl |
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This is our own form of empowerment |
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A way to keep our sanity intact |
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This is a stance |
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A struggle to enhance |
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The brand we make |
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The noise that we create |
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Drek kick - strain for levity |
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Drek kick - maintain some sanity |
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Drek kick - preserve integrity |
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Drek kick - accept finality |
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Drek kick - full force brutality |
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Drek kick - void of banality |
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Drek kick - this is totality |
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Drek kick - indulgence all consuming |
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Won't take us down (x4) |
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This is our plight |
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The struggle for our lives |
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The meaning to an end |
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Over and over again |
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I'm fucking tired of the expectations, commercializations, qualifications |
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The petty culture of this fucking nation |
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Categories that none of us fit in |
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Virtual fiction, social construction, perpetual wars so rich fuckers can grow |
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Another dollar, what for? |
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More and more |
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Tired of the pressure to censor, to package this wreckage, |
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to sell a few records, to put myself out there like a fucking court jester |
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To pander, to slander, my resentment festers |