| Re-live the lies
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| Walk the streets of an empty paradise
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| The isle of the blessed
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| Such a lonely place to be alive
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| Set up fences build up walls
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| Claim your piece or just take it all
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| So we pay the price for the chosen few
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| Privileged power is nothing new
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| We’re just sacrifice
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| We’re just sacrifice
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| Born into a wasted life
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| Brought on by religious plight
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| What got created
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| The avenue at the end of history
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| A surplus population
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| Turned into beggars and thieves
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| But the schemes are running dry
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| Petty crumbs don’t satisfy
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| But I turn my fingers to a fist
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| And I start by saying this
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| No more sacrifice
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| No more sacrifice
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| Born into a wasted life
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| Brought onto production lines
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| Sacrifice
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| How can we defend broken homes and dead children
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| And how can we pretend that freedom of choice is gonna save them
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| How can we defend broken homes and dead children
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| How can we even pretend
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| Feels like a black September
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| Feels like a black September
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| Feels like a black September
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| Feels like a black September
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| Feels like a black September
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| Feels like a black September
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| No more sacrifice
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| No more sacrifice
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| Born into a wasted life
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| Brought onto production lines |