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Taking in all |
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I can see |
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I can't see what's ahead and |
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I don't want to see what's lying behind |
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No way out and no way to stay |
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My reason is blind my reason is blind yeah |
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Always claim the road revenge |
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But the cry for vengeance only seems to lead to spilling more blood |
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Who can say how it began |
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What really counts is that nobody can say how it will end |
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You live in hell - you create hell |
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I ask you why, you say - |
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I don't know |
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All your brooks they speak of peace |
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But, murder and death seem to be the only things you want done |
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Must be something out of |
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Kafka's dreams |
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A never ending cycle of blood |
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Making men killing machines |
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Whose only goal is to add to the rising body count |
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You claim to kill in the name of god |
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For a god of peace he seems to revel in the seasons of blood |
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Never think about the end it is easier to hate than to live on in peace |
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Unleashed a violent rage |
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You don't seem to mind and you don't seem to need a good reason why |
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Looking for someone to hate |
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I see these lives |
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I see to many lives wasted this way |
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All your leaders they are the same |
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Now one seeks peace not one seeks peace |
