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It's we the people |
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Who spawned this rage |
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The violent people |
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Who dawned this age |
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Who dawned this age |
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Convulse and kill |
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Tremble, blood spills |
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Ruination |
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Our divination |
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Caustic are the ties that BIND |
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Like barbed wire, taut and fine |
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Tied around the wrists that PLEAD |
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Crimson for the dark to feed |
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Why can't we see |
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What's come to be |
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We broke the lifeblood |
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We're drowned in death's flood |
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We're drowned in death's flood |
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Convulse and kill |
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Tremble, blood spills |
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Ruination |
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Our divination |
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Caustic are the ties that BIND |
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Like barbed wire, taut and fine |
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Tied around the wrists that PLEAD |
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Crimson for the dark to feed |
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Caustic are the ties that BIND |
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It surges through us all |
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A lack of self-control |
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A sighing, vacant soul |
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Plunged headfirst in the deep |
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Nothing for us to keep |
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Only sounding a weep |
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Can you help me find my way |
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I've been lost for so long I don't |
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Even known where it went wrong |
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Can you help me |
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Can you help me |
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Find strength to armor me |
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To face my enemies |
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A whispered, draining plea |
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Can you help me find my way |
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I've been lost for so long I don't |
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Even known where it went wrong |
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Can you help me |
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Can you help me |
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Caustic are the ties that BIND |
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Like barbed wire, taut and fine |
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Tied around the wrists that PLEAD |
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Crimson for the dark to feed |
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Caustic are the ties that BIND |