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Premeditated |
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MurderYou can have |
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JesusThey can have bombs |
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In hindsight we speak out |
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You praise all your wrongs |
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Looking out windows |
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And running through halls |
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If they cannot catch you |
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Then the system falls |
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Criticizing standout |
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They can see how they feel |
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At least it's not your son |
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On the killing fields |
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Euphemisms |
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BreakoutAt a pace giving show |
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The wheels of mass destruction |
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In your head are moving so slow |
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What it means you'll never knowyou're beaten and its time to go |
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Premeditated |
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MurderTyrannical |
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Leadersof which you're the best |
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Can only be happy |
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As the only one left |
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Now you're knocking on my door |
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Cause you killed all the rest |
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Oh, the self righteous wrongness |
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What a prophetic mess |
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You fail to look inside |
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And question what's on your mind |
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The lower classes get taxed |
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As their children cry |
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Death machine in motion |
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As the emperors dress |
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The seeds of mass destruction |
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Have been sown |
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So take your last breath |
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It's the last one you're gonna get |
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Another one is on your head |