| While bullets shower the earth
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| We turn our heads and cover our faces
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| Now flames devour the sky
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| And I hear these words in the back of my mind
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| Here we stand at this fork in the road
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| We’ve got no time to waste, oh which way shall we go
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| Is the world spinning out of control
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| Which way shall we go, which way shall we go
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| I can’t believe this, it makes me sick
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| Fresh smell of death on your tongue
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| You bait the hook and here come the children
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| Another grave stone to sell
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| While you get rich in the valley of Hell
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| Here we stand at this fork in the road
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| We’ve got no time to waste, oh which way shall we go
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| Is the world spinning out of control
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| Which way shall we go, which way shall we go
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| I can’t believe this, it makes me sick
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| The devil’s creeping, he’s got us eating from his dirty hands
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| We feast on lies which makes it hard for us to take a stand
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| Out in the desert there’s a forest full of fallen trees
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| It’s what they want but, no, it’s not what we need
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| Screaming at the ceiling doesn’t make it better
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| Slipped into a coma, lost my favorite sweater
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| Ask them no more questions you’ll never catch them lying
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| It’s time to make our move and strike them right between the eyes
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| Here we stand at this fork in the road
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| We’ve got no time to waste, oh which way shall we go
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| Is the world spinning out of control
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| Which way shall we go, which way shall we go |