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We climb to the top of the hill |
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To see what lies beneath |
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Waiting for its time to feed |
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If, first, we don't kill each other |
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Battle scars tell the tale of a life lived hard |
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Empty souls left to ponder the question, "Why?" |
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Drowning bodies climb to stay above the line |
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Cannibals, arise! |
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Now shut your eyes, cover your ears |
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And stand in line |
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We cannot afford the voice of discontent |
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Shut down the oppressed |
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Silence the mouths that spit the venomous |
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Hell on Earth |
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No one escapes on Judgment Day |
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Something has to give |
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Bombs of peace shake the Earth |
