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This is the end of everything |
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A degenerate culture's elegy |
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Now the reaper is waiting at the door |
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Drunk on our blood and craving more |
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This is the sound of a thousand holy feet |
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Treading on a soon forgotten grave |
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This is a life-long declaration of war, |
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No sacrifice in vain |
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Let them remember the name[Chorus] |
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Feels like we've run out of air |
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They tear the breath out from our lungs |
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And we don't care |
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Feels like we've run out of air |
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Damnation passed down to our sons |
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And we don't care! |
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Witness the end of apathy |
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We have embraced our suffering |
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Will the pain illuminate our fall? |
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Or will we see the blame at all? |
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This is the sound of a thousand holy feet |
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Treading on a soon forgotten grave |
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This is a life-long declaration of war, |
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No sacrifice in vain |
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Let them remember the name[Chorus] |
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Feels like we've run out of air |
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They tear the breath out from our lungs |
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And we don't care |
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Feels like we've run out of air |
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Damnation passed down to our sons |
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And we don't care!(No compromise to end)(We'll wash the blood off from our hands and fight again)[Chorus] |
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Feels like we've run out of air |
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They tear the breath out from our lungs |
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And we don't care |
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Feels like we've run out of air |
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Damnation passed down to our sons |
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And we don't care! |
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Remember the name! |
