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Off in the black to the wondering |
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Where the bloodshed is a way of life |
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Feels like a sin when you just begin |
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You understood the writing on the wall |
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Push so hard for it all to make sense |
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Until the day comes for your turn to die |
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But who's to say who's to blame if you win |
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You understood the message on the wall |
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Thrown to the lions |
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Outcast |
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Exiled into nothingness will your future last |
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The bastard knows |
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The words on the wall |
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The days are a blur when you've no concern |
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For the picture in your past |
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Now for your turn ready for the burn |
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Do you really want it to last |
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Plastic families out in the shit |
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Vacationing out in the crime |
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Kicking your ass can you mask all the gas |
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That you breathe out only when you whine |
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Thrown to the lions |
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Outcast |
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Exiled into nothingness will your future last |
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Clutching, fisted to the end |
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Has to make you the more of a man |
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Justify, crucify, count to ten |
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The recruits in the suits think you can |
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The bastard knows |
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The words on the wall |
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Standing (so) tall as the rest of them crawl |
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From the wall of the spray painted word |
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Tell them the tale of the man who prevailed |
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Ready for this turn to burn |
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Once again count to ten if you win |
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If you're down turn around what's the word |
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Thrown to the lions |
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Outcast |
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Exiled into nothingness will your future last |
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The bastard knows |
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The bastard knows the words on the wall |
