| Off in the black to the wondering
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| Where the bloodshed is a way of life
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| Feels like a sin when you just begin
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| You understood the writing on the wall
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| Push so hard for it all to make sense
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| Until the day comes for your turn to die
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| But who’s to say who’s to blame if you win
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| You understood the message on the wall
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| Thrown to the lions
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| Outcast
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| Exiled into nothingness will your future last
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| The bastard knows
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| The words on the wall
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| The days are a blur when you’ve no concern
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| For the picture in your past
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| Now for your turn ready for the burn
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| Do you really want it to last
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| Plastic families out in the shit
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| Vacationing out in the crime
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| Kicking your ass can you mask all the gas
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| That you breathe out only when you whine
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| Thrown to the lions
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| Outcast
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| Exiled into nothingness will your future last
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| Clutching, fisted to the end
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| Has to make you the more of a man
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| Justify, crucify, count to ten
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| The recruits in the suits think you can
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| The bastard knows
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| The words on the wall
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| Standing (so) tall as the rest of them crawl
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| From the wall of the spray painted word
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| Tell them the tale of the man who prevailed
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| Ready for this turn to burn
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| Once again count to ten if you win
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| If you’re down turn around what’s the word
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| Thrown to the lions
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| Outcast
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| Exiled into nothingness will your future last
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| The bastard knows
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| The bastard knows the words on the wall |