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Praying I'm not the next one at the front of the line |
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Ghastly voices telling me I have to stay alive |
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I cannot remember one day I didn't kill |
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Their weakening faces haunt me forever, still |
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Chorus: |
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Piercing through the flesh, tearing the wounds open more |
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Cutting them down, one by one |
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Consequences are for those who do not reign supreme |
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Killing for life I scream, "Covering fire!" |
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Victims lie dead, shot to the head, spitting blood back in their face |
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Gathering strength to make memories fade |
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Of the fabled master race |
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Peace: a part of the future |
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War: a thing of the past |
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Can this be reality... |
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Or just a favor no man can ask? |
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Chorus: |
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Piercing through the flesh, tearing the wounds open more |
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Cutting them down, one by one |
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Consequences are for those who do not reign supreme |
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Killing for life I scream, "Covering fire!" |
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Glad to be the last one at the back of the line |
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Ghastly voices telling me I had to stay alive |
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I cannot remember one day I didn't kill |
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Their weakening faces haunt me forever, still |
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Chorus: |
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Piercing through the flesh, tearing the wounds open more |
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Cutting them down, one by one |
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Consequences are for those who do not reign supreme |
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Killing for life I scream, "Covering fire!" |
