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What in heaven's name has made you |
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Spit on human life |
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Your promised razor blade |
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Has turned into a blunt bread knife |
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You miss the terrorists |
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While you start killing innocent |
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You leave a trace of blood |
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And shame across the land |
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(Chorus:) |
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You're on your way, |
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And you burn the crossed bridges |
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From what you have started |
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There is no return |
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Once been protector |
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Now you've turned to a slaughterer |
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How can you sleep |
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With the blood on your hands |
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In this ironic story |
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Are things that I can't see |
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What do I have to fear |
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The friend of the enemy |
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I will always condemn this |
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Even with my final breath |
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God save us from the stupid leaders |
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Who lead a million souls to death |
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(Chorus:) |
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You're on your way, |
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And you burn the crossed bridges |
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From what you have started |
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There is no return |
