| Built an empire from a pile of sticks, sticks and stones, sticks and stones
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| Foundation’s made of broken hearts, broken hearts and broken bones
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| Voices in my head, they screamed «you will lose, you will lose»
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| In spite, I turned my enemies to my muse, into my muse
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| Gimme some inspiration, devastation, ammunition
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| Say I’m an apparition, malformation; |
| what’s the difference?
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| When you tear it all apart, it’s just DNA
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| Destroying what we fear
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| Hate is such an ancient game
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| When we’re all that we have left, yet we aim to kill
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| Pretending that we’re made of steel
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| Living in a battlefield
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| Gonna count up all the chromosomes, do the math, make a clone
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| Someone who will understand so I don’t feel all alone
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| Start a revolution and we’ll rebel, we’ll rebel
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| Feel all of the things that we never felt and never felt
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| Gimme some inspiration, devastation, ammunition
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| Say I’m an apparition, malformation; |
| what’s the difference?
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| When you tear it all apart, it’s just DNA
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| Destroying what we fear
|
| Hate is such an ancient game
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| When we’re all that we have left, yet we aim to kill
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| Pretending that we’re made of steel
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| Living in a battlefield
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| I feel extraterrestrial
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| Out of sync, a separate soul
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| But in the end, I’m not alone
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| When you tear it all apart, it’s just DNA
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| Destroying what we fear
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| Hate is such an ancient game
|
| When we’re all that we have left, yet we aim to kill
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| Pretending that we’re made of steel
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| Living in a battlefield |