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Shall we condemn ourselves |
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Knowing the shit that goes on |
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Fooling yourselves to the point |
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That you just don't belong |
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Bring me the head of the one |
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Who decides what is right |
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Then we'll exist to resist |
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And exist to persist |
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Unclean - Censor claims axe the choice |
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Obscene - Silence falls upon no voice |
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Controlled views, faceless acts butchery |
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We'll decide this is called maturity |
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Come out from the darkness of ignorance |
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The dirt ridden stench of censorship |
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Come out from the darkness of ignorance |
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This dirt ridden stench is choking me |
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Words are spoken often but are backed by nothing |
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Since dawn of time, hate, murder, rape and pain |
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Still we point the finger in the wrong direction |
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For years it seems to me they're hidden from blame |
