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My anger is blood from the oldest stone |
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And I'm not the only one |
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What I face tomorrow, never face alone |
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Take what should be mine |
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For you justice colourised |
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You've been taking a weak man brainwashed |
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Like a comatose, take him to your own |
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So speak of pride, the crimes you hide |
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The poison speeches and vicious lies |
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So this is the web you weave |
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This calm deceit |
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And you call me brother no friend to me |
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Take what... |
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So speak of pride |
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Behind the terror mask lies the fear |
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You mask it with cold belief |
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You convince each other you have a voice to hear |
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Take what... |
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So speak of pride... |