| They said that your scream was heard through the storm
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| It was a desperate noise that shocked the sky
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| And they told me about all the holes in your skin
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| The needles that’ve been piercing through you
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| It was a pattern of wounds, in a city that’s dead
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| The blood has to be shed… and wasted
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| DEATH IS WASTED
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| DEATH IS WASTED
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| Death is wasted on the…
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| Death is wasted on the dead
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| And we want you
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| Psalms are sung but nothing is said
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| Life is killing you
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| They said that this day would hurt your young eyes
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| And how you shattered from fear, all lame from fright
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| And they whispered about all the signs that you made
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| The sound of the last breath that you took
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| We saw the mother of the dark and a child that was dead
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| Her milk has to be shed… and wasted
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| DEATH IS WASTED
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| DEATH IS WASTED
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| Death is wasted on the…
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| Death is wasted on the dead
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| And we want you
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| Psalms are sung but nothing is said
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| Life is killing you
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| DEATH… IS… WA… STED
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| BURN BURN BURN
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| BURN BURN BURN
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| Burn them at the stakes then try to decide
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| When the night shall explode and the day shall hide
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| We’re the ones and you’re the night’s sons
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| That shall fight this, burn this never to return again
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| And we want you
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| The glorious ones
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| Life is killing you
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| Death is wasted on the dead
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| And we want you
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| Psalms are sung but nothing is said
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| Life is killing you
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| Death is wasted
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| And we want you
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| Death is wasted
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| And we want you |