| I live a life of spite!
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| We are all diseased, a cancer, rotting in these concrete tombs!
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| We built the cages, we joined the chains!
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| Now we lie motionless.
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| THESE CITIES — OUR GRAVES!
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| Like the crosses cemented to the hillside
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| Still dated but here after all this time
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| A reminder of a disease that still flows like blood through these streets!
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| Please believe you’re apart of this, we can make a difference!
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| I don’t blame the symptoms, I blame the cause!
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| And it’s in our foundations, in lines these halls!
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| I don’t blame the symptoms, I blame the disease!
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| It’s blinding, it’s deafening! |
| APATHY!
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| Murderer, how can you sleep?
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| Parasite, dancing on our asphalt graves.
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| Blind eye turn black, taste burnt away, no sour taste in.
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| THESE CITIES, OUR GRAVES!
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| Like the crosses cemented to the hillside
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| Still dated but here after all this time
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| A reminder of a disease that still flows like blood through these streets!
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| Please believe you’re apart of this, we can make a difference!
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| I don’t blame the symptoms, I blame the cause!
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| And it’s in our foundations, in lines these halls!
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| I don’t blame the symptoms, I blame the disease!
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| It’s blinding, it’s deafening! |
| APATHY!
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| I’m not looking for a scapegoat, I’m as guilty as anyone else
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| But at least I’m fucking trying.
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| «At least I’m fucking trying!»
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| I made my choices and I still believe in a life lived standing.
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| I live a life of spite!
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| So let it rain on me!
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| So let it rain on me!
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| So let it rain on me! |