| Last hour to grasp, the free reign autonomy
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| Left to unravel the dominion that exists
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| Time ticking faster, all your plans a ruse
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| Usurper at the gates to deal with who resists
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| Columns of armor exit making haste
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| Abandoned bases scavenged almost bare, scoured
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| New tenants on the way making claim
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| Anarchy’s short life-span to dissolve
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| Filling the void of exhausted power, axis of evil, you can never be free here
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| A power vacuum, unwelcomed chasm, needed order leads to countless beatings
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| Fall in line, in scheduled time, direction given so no need to worry
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| Free of choice, the puppet strings, dragged toward commanded stability
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| Cyclones of demise rip across the skies
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| Scorched Earth, dry lips quench dust, ingested pain
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| Bombs from the heavens randomly rain down
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| Lotto of the doomed is preordained
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| Ordered where to go, directed what to be
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| Restricted passage only, there’s nowhere to flee
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| Impossible to track, predators amongst
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| Pursuing deadly killers, urban legend debunked
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| Martyr’s families uphold, what you would be
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| National example, rank hypocrisy
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| Bones and blood and clothing, all that’s left in debris
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| Race to paradise lost, fuck
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| Let all the sheep follow their supreme God
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| Back to the terrain of self-preservation
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| Territorial reflex is not what you feel
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| Nothing to protect but securing your next meal
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| Matched competition becomes the biggest threat
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| Targeting the rivals of survival
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| Strength in numbers of mindless disciples, obedience makes fanatical powerful
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| Sound of sonic boom panics, every last piece of shit
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| Lone wolves weave through battlefields, scavenging what’s left behind
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| Standing as the only victors
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| Still alive with nothing to hide
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| Innate show of force
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| There’s the food who’s getting it?
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| Resilient survival
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| Anyone in the way will pay
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| Lawless territory made for one kind
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| Only one kind
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| The kind to thrive
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| Made for retribution
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| Ingrained tough resolve
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| Filling all the void of the exhausted power, it’s an axis of evil so you can
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| never be free here
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| A power vacuum is an unwelcomed chasm, needed order leads to countless beating
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| Fall in line within the scheduled time, direction given so no need to worry
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| Free of choice, feeling the puppet strings, dragged toward commanded stability |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weaken the Structure, artist - Dying Fetus. Album song Wrong One to Fuck With, in the genre