| Take it all away, but who is riding all fault?
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| Hassel and affectation have become your ways
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| But I want you to know that the remedy is already here
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| Just another downfall
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| Of all unworthily minds
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| Is there no truth
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| Why must it all become fake just simply to be worthy of it?
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| No, no, fuck your better days
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| It takes what it needs to redefine
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| These ailing walls
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| Why must it all become fake to know what we are fighing for?
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| I want life for blood, I am calling out for the enemy
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| I want life for blood, this one goes out to our industry
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| No clear direction has caused a bitter affection
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| Whatever music needs, rethink your distinctive deeds
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| It is always the same
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| Profits kills art
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| So weak and lame
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| To play this game
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| I want you to know that
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| I want you to know that the enemy is already here
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| Is there still truth behind this inscutable durtain?
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| Is there no truth behind these inscutable lies?
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| Just another downfall
|
| Of all unworthily minds
|
| Is there no truth
|
| Why must it all become fake just simply to be worthy of it?
|
| No, no, fuck your better days
|
| It takes what it needs to redefine
|
| These ailing walls
|
| Why must it all become fake to know what we are fighing for?
|
| I want life for blood, I am calling out for the enemy
|
| I want life for blood, this one goes out to our industry
|
| No clear direction has caused a bitter affection
|
| Whatever music needs, rethink your distinctive deeds
|
| Is there still truth behind this inscutable durtain?
|
| Is there no truth behind these inscutable lies?
|
| Want life for blood, I am calling out for the enemy
|
| I want life for blood, this one goes out to our industry
|
| No clear direction has caused a bitter affection
|
| Whatever music needs, rethink your distinctive deeds |