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I fire my malice into the crowd |
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Dispersing empty shells onto the ground |
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Screaming as I sling my rosary |
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Into the noose it has become to be |
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I cannot monitor |
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I cannot mute the screams |
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I cannot recall the day |
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That I broke free from my arrows and slings |
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(Solo: Tony) |
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This power hungry nation of fools |
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Applies fabric of war to line the pockets of greed |
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We lean on the broken bones of their simplicity |
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And taunt the Jihad as we spit in the face of God |
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Blasphemy |
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I cannot mute the screams |
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I cannot recall the day |
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That I broke free from my arrows and slings |
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(We fight for...) |
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We fight for the right to inhale |
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(We fight for...) |
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We fight for the right to abort |
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(We fight for...) |
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We fight for the right just to pray |
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And these rights they will never extort |
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I cannot monitor |
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I cannot mute the screams |
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I cannot recall the day |
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That I broke free from my arrows and slings |