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Brain-jamming ignorance reviving, |
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while marching down streets we've seen once before. |
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Into puddles of mud they're diving |
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flying like insects around a rotten core. |
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Feed me from a dead tree |
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I see shadows of a dead man, he is rising again. |
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Shame of this nation incited |
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the scum of the wastelands is strumming the old chords again. |
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Raising their fists to the doctrines of hate, |
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verminous ideology. |
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The leader is calling, resistance is falling |
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small-mindedness spreading too fast. |
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Feed me from a dead tree |
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Once we have supremacy we're creating new divinity. |
