| You’re just another anthem
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| Guided by the bullet
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| And you can take this all to hell
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| With your fucking victims
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| Down a toast of their blood with your wine
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| While refining your ego’s defense
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| The glory of bullets, the fire, the mobs action to riot
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| Your keen sense of interest in the revolution will end
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| With the stains of innocence on your hands
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| The flags that divide us grow stronger
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| With your plastic refinement
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| Plaster your picture of heads
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| Lining your mantle
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| Define your heresy with streets
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| Lined with their entrails
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| Your murders reek of their guns
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| Your motives reek of their kind
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| When you’ve fooled the people
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| With your selfish intentions
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| You can bask in the warmth
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| Of your thugs in action
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| When it all comes down
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| You decide we’re just looking for another leader
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| To bring us down
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| Your anthem will die with you
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| Like all those before you
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| Killing off the masses that you
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| Claim to liberate
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| Back to square one
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| As the swine take on the faces
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| Of their masters |