| So young, so brazen, so unholy
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| I come to you in painted skies
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| Your broken saint, your ancient story
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| The living challenge to their lies
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| Trapped in the cold outside
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| There ain’t no shelter
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| And they want to force my hand
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| Until I take what I wanted
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| And break all the lies
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| And defeat the fucking liars
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| Smash all the temples
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| And crawl through the rubble
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| And cry to the fallen
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| I’m the last of my kind still standing
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| I’m the last of my kind still standing down the law
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| A wolf alone upon the hillside
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| I live on what they throw away
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| I go to sleep behind the eight ball
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| I live to fight for one more day
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| I’m trapped in the cold outside
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| There ain’t no shelter
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| And they want to force my hand
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| Until I take what I wanted
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| And break all the lies
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| And defeat the fucking liars
|
| Smash all the temples
|
| And crawl through the rubble
|
| And cry to the fallen
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| Take what I wanted
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| And break all the lies
|
| And defeat the fucking liars
|
| Smash all the temples
|
| And crawl through the rubble
|
| And cry to the fallen
|
| I’m the last of my kind still standing
|
| I’m the last of my kind still standing down the law
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| I’m the last of my kind still standing
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| I’m the last of my kind still standing down the law
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| The last of my kind still standing
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| The last of my kind still standing |