| When the fuck did everyone decide to become a politician?
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| Cannibals with causes armed with opinions
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| All you do is talk like you forgot how to fucking listen
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| I try to sleep but the dogs keep barking
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| Must be the tension in the room
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| It builds a rage in the back of the teeth
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| A distaste for civility
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| Compromise is cheap, conflict is sweet
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| The space between us fills with dead air
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| Party lines drawn in the sand
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| We could never cross it
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| Bastards of social warfare
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| We had the chance to survive but we fucking lost it
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| Traitors turning fiction to fact (Turning fiction to fact)
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| The ones who play the saint put the knife in your back (Put the knife in your
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| back)
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| Daggers rain down on the disciples
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| Daggers rain down on the disciples
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| All we know
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| Warfare
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| When the fuck did everyone decide to become a politician?
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| All you do is talk like you forgot how to fucking listen
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| Herdsplitter, left and right
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| Bring an army of fools to a winless fight
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| Herdsplitter, rich and poor
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| Turn a nation of fools into a nation at war
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| We go for the throat
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| We do what we’re told
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| Another day in the minefield
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| Another lie is sold
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| And we buy in
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| Playing the penny slots while they high roll
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| Another day in the minefield
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| Another lie is sold
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| The space between us fills with dead air
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| Party lines drawn in the sand
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| We could never cross it
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| Bastards of social warfare
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| We had the chance to survive but we fucking lost it
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| Traitors turning fiction to fact (Turning fiction to fact)
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| The ones who play the saint put the knife in your back (Put the knife in your
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| back)
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| Daggers rain down on the disciples
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| Daggers rain down on the disciples
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| Warfare |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Warfare , by - Fit For An Autopsy. Song from the album The Sea of Tragic Beasts, in the genre