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The basic concept of truth seems to evade you |
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But I am here to set it right |
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I will not squander my faith |
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On fading, failing illusions |
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Longing will not rule my fate |
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Derailing, ailing... |
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Conjure storms, I'll take my chances |
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For I know that justice will come dance upon your grave |
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You coward |
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Parading secrets you steal |
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Instilling, willing confusion |
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Playing the part as you feel |
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Fulfilling, killing... |
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Cast your stones, I'll take my chances |
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For I know that |
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Justice comes to dance upon the graves of cowards |
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Red skies and diamond blades |
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Dead nights and minds ablaze |
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Tenacious racing toward a checkmate |
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And you know I'm right |
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No gracious winner in that game |
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And the noose is tight |
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Fed lies, a common rage |
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It's martial law to advocate |
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No partial call could bear the weight |
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Though foresworn, you take your chances |
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You should know that soon there will be no one left to save you |
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Show your scorn, I'll take my chances |
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For I know that justice will come spit into your brain |
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You coward... |