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Pray for rain to wash over the fires you made |
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Harvesting of the sustenance coursing thru my veins |
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New America cries for the weak |
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Selling utopia, doom is the price we pay |
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You're looking away, ignoring the flames but you know... |
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It's an altar of lies |
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It's an abomination of truth |
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The end of all hope |
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Before you're reborn you must die |
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Reap what you've sewn and come back to life |
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Reap what you've sewn, give blood to the scythe |
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Reap what you've sewn |
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Opiate of the masses infesting this land |
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Salvation, that sweet taste of rapture, a mouthful of sand |
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Behold the new fascism, fall into line |
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Your coveting eyes couldn't see all the fucking signs |
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You're looking away, you keep looking away but you know... |
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It's an altar of lies |
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It's an abomination of truth |
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The illusion of hope |
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Before you're reborn you must die |
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Reap what you've sewn and come back to life |
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Reap what you've sewn, give blood to the scythe |
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Reap what you've sewn |
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Call my name and tell me when it's all over |
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Pray for rain, it's all you can hope for |