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You let the world |
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I love grow weak |
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And won't listen as |
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I speak Of children dying for profit's sake |
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You modern version of the snake |
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Innocent's fill the nameless graves |
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Their way out from life as slaves |
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You are a demon, a living curse with a fat and bursting purse |
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Here comes that feeling again (I wanna scream) |
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There is a burning anger inside of me |
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It drows as life grows colder |
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I wanna make, |
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I wanna make you pay for your sins |
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I wanna make, |
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I wanna make you pay crush your skull |
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I wanna make, |
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I wanna make you pay |
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The curse lives on inside of me |
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As I grow up with your eyes |
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I see We walk around with heats like stones |
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Your values breed onto our bones |
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I know the sale of another tank |
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Bring loads of money to the bank |
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But still |
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I fight and struggle within |
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To be free from my father's sin |