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Faceless, dissenters in an ambulating swarm |
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Boiling from the cloud of us andthem |
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Hateful, assassins hurling thunder in the storm |
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Driven by the differences in men |
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Men |
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War is on, but never final |
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The casualties survive |
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Lines are drawn, intangible but |
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Combatants, greedy, resharpen the scythe |
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Battle horn, the trumpet clearing |
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Cacophony of words |
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Oaths are sworn, and heads are taken |
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Bout is won but nothing has occurred |
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Bragging rights the spoils in a war of tiny men |
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When the dust begins to settle, the fight begins again |
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Pettiness a virtue, the badge of piss and pride |
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What you have created, it's a thrash crime |
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Harvesting rewards from the hours used in spite |
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Tearing out the throat of a fool because it's right |
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Obfuscate the meaning and re-educate the swine |
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Opinion is invalid, it's a thrash crime |
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Keening, the vultures on the body-littered earth |
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Picking at the carcasses of peers |
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Sated, each cackling a new line to the verse |
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Only half-attending what it hears |
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Wages cost, shame is crushing |
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Compounded by the din |
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All is lost, a head is hanging |
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Confidences shattered for his sin |
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Teeming sea, the colosseum |
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A circus for the dogs |
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Willingly, the victims enter |
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To take part in a violent dialogue |
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Bragging rights the spoils in a war of tiny men |
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When the dust begins to settle, the fight begins again |
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Pettiness a virtue, the badge of piss and pride |
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What you have created, it's a thrash crime |
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Harvesting rewards from the hours used in spite |
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Tearing out the throat of a fool because it's right |
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Obfuscate the meaning and re-educate the swine |
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Opinion is invalid, it's a thrash crime |
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It's a thrash crime |
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You are judged and sentenced to burn |
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Act of war (4x) |
