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Scarred, a discraceful race |
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They're buying out your soul |
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Mar, the diplomat of sin |
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In the medias control |
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Reject, refuse to obey |
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Become another casualty |
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Share and parade your filth |
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For all our eyes to see |
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It'll break you down |
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And cause more sorrow |
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Another way, to entertain |
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All the wretchedness inside of you |
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I will not bow |
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Nor cower |
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I will not bow, not now, not ever |
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Rebellion |
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Uprising |
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Time for a change |
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Your comfort |
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Short lived now |
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Revolutionise |
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In desperation you attack the weakest |
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And like a child accept no blame |
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I've always seen you as a futile insect |
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How will you stand when you see god's face? |
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Deny, the splendour of man |
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The keepers of deceit |
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We all, helped design this hell |
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And walk on blistered feet |
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Raging, without mercy |
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The fight to rule your mind |
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Burn, through the ashes of time |
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They're the blind leading the blind |
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It'll break you down |
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And cause more sorrow |
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Another way, to entertain |
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All the wretchedness inside of you |
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I will not bow |
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Nor cower |
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I will not bow, not now, not ever |
|
Rebellion |
|
Uprising |
|
Time for a change |
|
Your comfort |
|
Short lived now |
|
Revolutionise |
|
In desperation you attack the weakest |
|
And like a child accept no blame |
|
I've always seen you as a futile insect |
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How will you stand when you see god's face? |
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I will not bow |
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Not now |
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Not ever |
