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Enforcer: |
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Post |
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Nuclear |
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Surface probe |
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Scanning for |
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Life signs |
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All either dead |
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Or praying for |
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The next impact |
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Couldn't rise |
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Past all these |
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Sworn perimeters |
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And besides, |
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All their wars |
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Were just cheap breeding contests |
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And unearthed |
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Their ripped jaws still screamed: |
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Survivor: |
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Awoke to find the sky below a swollen ground as it all lifted up |
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I heard no voices in this storm and even as they overburned, |
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I've never felt more alive |
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They built me well against this dawn until |
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They led me through their righteous armored gears |
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And as they grinded on, I realized that I've swallowed whole |
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The corpse of my belief |
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Yet still... |
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I AM ALL ARMED AND READY |
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MY FAITH'S ALL STRAPPED |
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THE BLOOD RUNS COLDER |
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THE DAYS DRAIN PAST |
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I GO ON |
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I'M READY FOR WAR |
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Except, |
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RAISED FLAGS AND ALL THE PRIDE YOU SPIT |
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WILL NEVER MAKE AN IMPACT |
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I'm still all armed and ready |
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This mind is all torn |
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They ripped this faith off, they'll have it ready to blow |
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I'll go on |
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They're still praying for war |
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Enforcer: |
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SO LET THEM |
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PRAISE THEIR SWARMS |
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AND WORSHIP THEIR EVERY |
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IMPACT |
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WHILE THEY |
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GRIND THEIR WARS |
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AND SELL THEM TO EVERY LAST |
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PERIMETER |
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THEY HAVE BRED |
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BEYOND ALL HOPE |
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OF A RESOLVE |
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LET THEIR JAWS |
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RIP INTO THEIR LAST |
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OBLIVION |
