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Take it all away, but who is riding all fault? |
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Hassel and affectation have become your ways |
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But I want you to know that the remedy is already here |
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Just another downfall |
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Of all unworthily minds |
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Is there no truth |
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Why must it all become fake just simply to be worthy of it? |
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No, no, fuck your better days |
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It takes what it needs to redefine |
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These ailing walls |
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Why must it all become fake to know what we are fighing for? |
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I want life for blood, I am calling out for the enemy |
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I want life for blood, this one goes out to our industry |
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No clear direction has caused a bitter affection |
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Whatever music needs, rethink your distinctive deeds |
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It is always the same |
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Profits kills art |
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So weak and lame |
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To play this game |
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I want you to know that |
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I want you to know that the enemy is already here |
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Is there still truth behind this inscutable durtain? |
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Is there no truth behind these inscutable lies? |
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Just another downfall |
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Of all unworthily minds |
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Is there no truth |
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Why must it all become fake just simply to be worthy of it? |
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No, no, fuck your better days |
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It takes what it needs to redefine |
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These ailing walls |
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Why must it all become fake to know what we are fighing for? |
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I want life for blood, I am calling out for the enemy |
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I want life for blood, this one goes out to our industry |
|
No clear direction has caused a bitter affection |
|
Whatever music needs, rethink your distinctive deeds |
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Is there still truth behind this inscutable durtain? |
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Is there no truth behind these inscutable lies? |
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Want life for blood, I am calling out for the enemy |
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I want life for blood, this one goes out to our industry |
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No clear direction has caused a bitter affection |
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Whatever music needs, rethink your distinctive deeds |