| It bleeds the weak
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| This shallow empire is built on lives
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| Lives crushed down as they tried to fight
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| This darkened heart will bear no compromise
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| And with no thought of weakness
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| Born a slave
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| Take the hand of the master
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| Floods rise all around
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| Blind our eyes then betray us
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| In silence we drown
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| The task is simple
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| Put more coins in the hand
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| Now hold your tongue
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| And lay your loyalty down
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| Born a slave
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| Take the hand of the master
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| Floods rise all around
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| Blind our eyes then betray us
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| In silence we drown
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| Blue blooded tyrants
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| The faces of sin
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| They wear the masks
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| That smile with «mercies"grin
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| Black gates protecting
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| Their fortress of lies
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| It holds the vial of ink
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| That scripts our demise
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| This greed infects
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| Their blackened hearts are reaping
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| Gold and green
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| Amassing as we lose the fight
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| For now we see an altered shade of real
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| There’s no one left to conquer
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| You’re born a slave
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| Take the hand of the master
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| Floods rise all around
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| Blind our eyes then betray us
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| In silence we drown |