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This mark of impalement burned |
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On my skin is immoral. |
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The shackle of frailness confines one |
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To crawl with one self. |
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A smell of corrosion force |
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Fully clashes within |
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Sensorial conditions |
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Human emmisions grown thin |
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It's burned on your head |
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It's burned on your skin |
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It's burned on your eyes |
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A barcode never lies |
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A symbol of power |
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As dark as the night |
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No measure for intolerance |
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We'll keep up the fight |
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This structure of violence |
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Now becomes. Silence is hurtful |
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Beginning our obsession we now |
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Learned our lesson. Despite |
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A world of dominance |
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Will now pervade |
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Clouds cover the sun |
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The light begins to fade |
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This toilsome aggression is |
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Now getting harder to fight |
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Solutions of leverage |
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Internal combustion is tight |
