| Will they see this?
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| Will they feel this?
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| Will they hear the voice of resistance
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| Or will they bring us down for their bloodshed?
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| Trade us all 'til black gold rains
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| Fought this fight
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| There’s no end in sight
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| Except for our rights
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| Will they blind us all?
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| «Be all that you can be»
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| Forever in vain, our wasted beliefs
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| Erase the truth
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| So with that fall from grace
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| Will they burn it all down in an emphatic
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| Fading away
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| Fading away
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| To this time to when we began
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| Forever from cleansing the blood on our hands
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| Release the truth
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| Destroyed in anguish, another million faceless
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| And I wish we had eyes to view our demise
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| Tomorrow, together we rise
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| With their fallen disguise
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| We must hunt the despised
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| Thieves; |
| high-class murderers
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| Tomorrow, together we rise
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| With their fallen disguise
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| We must hunt the despised
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| Thieves; |
| high-class murderers
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| They can’t taste this anger
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| That flows through our veins
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| A separation of our own god
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| Damned nation that lets us die
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| Leaders that follow a golden tomorrow
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| They bleed us dry
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| We let them rise |