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Missiles soaring through the skies |
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Misled by a thousand lies |
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And when they touch down we'll be dead |
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With melted skin, imploded head |
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I found a way to show |
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My blackened mind and bloodied soul |
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I found an ugly thing |
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Beneath my charred and shattered skin |
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It's here again |
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To break the living bodies |
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From ninety-eight degrees |
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Of nuclear destruction |
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Don't dream the day is done |
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Apocalyptic rising sun |
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In this, our made-up bed |
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Our ashen corpses dreams are dead |
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Explain humiliation |
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What is greed? What's apathy? |
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Where went the understanding? |
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From empty lives exploded shells |
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The silo stands alone |
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Right next to the abandoned homes |
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Scorched down and blown away |
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The entrails of our judgment day |
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Running free outside the door |
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The fires of hell and dogs of war |
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The shadows etched in stone |
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Around the ones that stood alone |
