| Freedom with a gunshot wound, you like to take it
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| Know what your pay is for, ever tasted?
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| The pounding breath of war, don’t you feel it?
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| The hatred’s turned on you. |
| The hatred’s turned on you!
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| The hatred grows in you! |
| You’re a freak, just like others
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| But you are weak, to break the strings that holds you. |
| You would like to
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| Have it
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| The strength to control all, don’t you know it. |
| The target is aimed at
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| You. |
| The target is aimed at you! |
| You are the target now!
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| You need to feel it, adrenaline rush of war. |
| You need to feed it
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| The need to hate some more
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| You feel your wings are spreading out, a sense of freedom
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| You feel gods hands reaching down, you’re a believer
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| Reason, Over control. |
| Can’t find you heaven, and let your har ashore
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| You like to hate us, this time you’ll flood us all. |
| We all know it
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| This time you will lose control, this time you loose it all!
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| You need to feel it, adrenaline rush of war. |
| You need to feed it
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| The need to hate some more |