| Burn it down
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| It’s a production of fear
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| Take another look isn’t it clear
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| It’s all so sadistic, annihilistic, it’s so fucking vicious
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| It’s getting harder to feel for all the people I kill
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| No time to cry for those who died
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| They stay unjustified
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| Through these eyes I see the catastrophe lying in my wake
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| Voices inside my mind shiver my spine
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| I am not ashamed
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| Look at me I’m a dead man walking
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| Put another nail in the coffin
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| On the hill I see the bodies burning
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| Burn it down
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| Looking back at the fields, all the blood that I’ve spilt
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| There’s no emotion, just destruction of another person
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| Look at the blood on my hands
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| I feel no pain in my heart
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| Take a paxil, take a xanax
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| It won’t erase the memories
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| Through these eyes I have seen such misery
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| I am not afraid
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| And if I should die tonight that would be just fine
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| Lay me in my grave
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| Look at me I’m a dead man walking
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| Put another nail in the coffin
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| On a hill I see the bodies burning
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| Burn it down
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| False evidence appearing real
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| So superficial, so superficial
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| So superficial, so superficial |