| Violence it’s the only way for me justify
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| An aggression that bears no face even exposed to the light
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| A veiled disease planting IED’s under the crescent moon
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| My Enemy, You are not the conqueror this time
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| We open pits again
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| As we pile up the bodies so high
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| Our sense of humanity is tossed away
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| As soon as we attain solid visual
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| Decapitate no matter the age or the tribe
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| Your cavity of freedom is filled with passivity
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| In the shadows of human tyranny you undermine
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| We open up pits again
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| As we pile up the bodies so high
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| Our sense of direction is lost
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| Solo: Henderson
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| Martyrs, assassins
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| We mourn and move on as the sun disappears
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| To dig trenches four Caliphs
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| Our laws are null you abide to no one
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| Extremists, no leaders
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| This genocide will destroy your identity
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| But it has to be
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| As you dance on the corpses and wail to the almighty above
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| In this time of war
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| Let the moon heal the body, sore
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| We are forever more
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| Until the ashes sweep under the door, then you’ll know
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| Solo: Henderson
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| In this time of war
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| Let the moon heal the body, sore
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| We are forever more
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| Until the ashes sweep under the door,
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| Then you know we’re gone
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| Solo: Henderson
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| Go forth in the night
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| You’re a compass for us all
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| Follow what is right
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| And your stories will be told
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| Some by force and some by choice
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| In time you all shall leave me
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| I do not fear to be alone
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| Solitary, I will atone
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| Graves of sand we all are damned
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| A body count so accurate
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| We are surgical in our trade
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| Enslaved you will be trained
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| Never strive for life unstrifed
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| We fight out of necessity
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| This canvas will always be
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| Chaotic and painted with blood
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| As we pile up the bodies so high
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| Our sense of direction is lost
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| Solo: Henderson
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| Solo: Henderson
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| Nobody notices the difference here
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| Outside of me a hollow frame
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| I lie awake no feelings of shame
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| I smile when all of the fools believe
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| The path I’ve taken eroding from me
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| My eyes are dry they do not shed a tear
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| Sanctuary was taken from me
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| I laugh and talk and keep thinking that I’m still here
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| The fractured moments of our life they are lost
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| Hemorrhage the tears no more
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| You never tried to lift me up and let me fly with my own wings
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| Burdened by small and petty things
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| Our yesterdays erased, depreciation seeping from the lips, Judas
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| What is it like to live and love without the lies?
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| Tell before the seal is permanent
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| You fail to realize
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| Selfish acts will define
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| By grievance, you then will learn
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| A misery so cold
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| It blots out the sun, surrendered
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| The only one to fall will be yourself
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| Solo: Henderson
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| I cannot fathom what is happening
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| Never amnesty for me
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| You never tried what kind of life do you expect for me to lead?
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| An open wound for calm to cauterize
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| You fail to realize
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| Selfish acts will define
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| By grievance, you then will learn
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| A misery so cold
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| It blots out the sun, abandoned
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| You uttered we are done, the only words
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| I, let no calm groweth inside me
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| I, know that love is not the remedy
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| We arrive unsympathized
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| I, wave the white flag to misery |