| Never see a thing through their eyes
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| Killing all our legacies. |
| Living for your heresies
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| Never have a choice, but to die
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| Screaming like a thunder god, laughing at the roads you’ve trod
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| Say they’ll turn your water to wine
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| When they see you starve and die, when you see them living high
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| Still treat their voice as divine
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| Never gonna see it change
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| Every day is getting strange
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| Children of tomorrow ask why
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| We died for the voices divine
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| Smiling with the evil eye. |
| Black smoke, it fills the sky
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| Never hear a word that you say
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| Choking on the tears that you cry. |
| Still you wave their banners high
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| They promise you a better day
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| Blood rains, carrion flies. |
| The false hope they can’t deny
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| Hunters never missing their prey
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| When they’ve finally sucked you dry. |
| Never even knowing why
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| You gave your people’s souls to the grave
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| Never gonna see it change
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| Every day is getting strange
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| Children of tomorrow ask why
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| We died for the voices divine |