| From the corners of your suffering
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| The shadows of your screams
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| Cracking their knuckles whiter than the fire in your dreams
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| Endgame, knights and kings
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| Final surrendering
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| Defeat as certain now as the torment that it brings
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| You don’t need to count the cards
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| When you can stack the deck
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| You don’t need to count the cost
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| When you can’t put a price on death
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| If the bad sleep well
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| Then the worst are wide awake
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| Picking their teeth with the bones of the pawns they lay to waste
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| They just lay it to waste
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| They don’t need to count the cards
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| They just stack the deck
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| They don’t need to count the cost
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| Because you can’t put a price on death
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| You don’t need to give an inch
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| When you can take a mile
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| You don’t need to take a hit
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| When you can make it all worthwile
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| Reveal attack
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| Steel pressure crack
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| Burning gasoline
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| Full magazine
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| Complete assault
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| Set to default
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| Mass casualty
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| New reality
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| Born waiting for the axe to fall
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| Walk until you crawl
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| Scratch on the eight ball
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| You get nothing but they take it all
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| Head first, brick wall
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| No way to cover the cost
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| No way to know what we lost
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| Guilty of what you live for
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| Nothing more than the war |