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What's become of the wars they won? A price idled population |
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Speak up for the life left inside our nation. The river runs red |
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It's black at the bottom and there we know nothing |
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Where the souls of the forgotten are resting in need, |
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But the human race and the fate on which they prey are dying today, |
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In the plague of a new age. |
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Pile the bodies up, burn them when they're young |
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We'll still be singing, the sorrow lives on |
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Take your part of the blame. |
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Find your fix, take what you can, steal from the palm of a dying hand. |
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We bleed on the flag, we murdered the land, broken our way, it's time to take your part of the blame. |
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Cancer feeds, Hatred breeds, the children cry themselves to sleep. |
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I'll hold my own, unbroken and better off, |
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Our plight to save, reside the stray, there's nothing left but tyranny |
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I'll find the truth in the end, I'm not dying again, I'm hurt but surviving decent, |
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It's black at the bottom and there we know nothing, |
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Where the sould of the forgotten are resting in need, |
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But the human race and the fate on which they pray are dying today. |
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In the plague of a new age, |
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We've got nothing to lose, we've got nothing to gain, |
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We've got nothing to lose, we've got nothing again. |
