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I want to see the powerless rise |
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and burn everything you have |
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I want the black seas to rise and devour the warships |
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until they're floating through corpses |
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I want the blackest of clouds to infect all the drones |
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until the missiles rain down on your homes |
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Welcome to America |
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More wealth per capita |
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Welcome to Amerca |
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More wealth per capita |
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Oh my god - your generation had it all |
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Oh my god - my generation will make you fall |
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Make you fall |
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We're all dead |
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You feel me? |
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We're all dead |
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We're all dead and we'll be remembered by the way that we lived |
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So what do you got to show for yourself |
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what do you got? |
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First they all ignore you |
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Then they all will laugh |
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Then they let them fight you |
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Then you take it back |
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Because of you we're all dead |
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We're all dead |
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And we'll plant the seeds that kill the roots where you live |
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Gold is silent just like the territory you fight for |
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Silence kills us but you know that they want more |
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Look good and fear no war |
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Welcome to America |
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More wealth per capita |
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Welcome to Amerca |
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More wealth per capita |
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No death is good enough. |
