| Rot in cages we crouch naked
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| Waiting for the rest to land
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| Extended faith they betrayed our friendship
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| Imprisoned us by our own hand
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| Time for us to wake and rise up
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| May be too late but we must attack
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| Either that or we’ll know forever
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| We’re born cowards and we can’t fight back
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| Prodded punctured probed and tested
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| Is this the way man was born to live?
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| Bred like cattle and raised for slaughter
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| Without a soul we’ve nothing more to give
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| And the war begins from behind cages
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| Feed no more, rot, we’re useless dead
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| The only way to win is to starve them
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| The way to win is to end our lives
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| Our sacrifice renders our flesh useless
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| Our death is life for the few outside
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| The future for these struggling rebels
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| Who gather armies for the final fight
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| Without strength our captors weaken
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| We do our best to do our best and die |