| What lying shit will be said
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| Children guaranteed glory in death
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| Freedom failing???/Sweet and fitting in their tombs they rest
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| Squandered youth
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| Blood-shod, all blind,
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| …they'll pay???
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| In all my dreams
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| (They were fucking children)/(Leave your fucking shelter)
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| Before my helpless sight
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| He plunges at me
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| Guttering, choking, drowning
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| How familiar blood
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| The converted terror moves closer to carnage
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| Secret nobility and gilded deceit
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| The poison bringing composure at last/The (possibility?) an ocean of blood
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| His hanging face
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| Like a devil’s sick of sin
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| In all my dreams
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| (They were fucking children)/(Leave your fucking shelter)
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| Before my helpless sight
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| He plunges at me
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| Guttering, choking, drowning
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| In all my dreams
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| Before my helpless sight
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| He plunges at me
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| In all my dreams
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| (They were fucking children)/(Leave your fucking shelter)
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| Before my helpless sight
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| He plunges at me
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| Guttering, choking, drowning |