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Can you point us all to something to run from |
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They're biting at our heels |
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Can you point us all to something to run from |
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And slay us if you will |
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We soak our tattered shirts with our brothers' blood |
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Instead of ringing out it clings to us |
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The snares we set only trapped the dead |
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And the chains never wash away they just sink further into the mud |
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The tombstone to the casket |
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All hell in a handbasket |
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Pray the chains cut deep cut deep |
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Ugh! |
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Can we cast our demons out to sea (drowning the savagery) |
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Punch our fists straight through the ceiling (yeah we'll take the heat) |
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We suffer to the beat |
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Then release our beasts ON THE STREETS |
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We soak our tattered shirts with our brothers' blood |
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Instead of ringing out it clings to us |
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The snares we set only trapped the dead |
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And the chains never wash away they just sink further into the mud |
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Pray the chains cut deep cut deep |
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Pray the stains sink deep sink deep |
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WHAT WILL BE LEFT THAT IS NOT HELL'S |
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WHEN WE'VE DESTROYED THE WORLD OURSELVES |
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We destroyed the world ourselves |
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Don't look back if you're gonna rebel |
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Bring in the cavalry (bury your infantry) |
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Prepare your graves, but don't stop |
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Bring in the cavalry (bury your infantry) |
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Prepare your graves, but don't stop |
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Running. |