| I have lived as a traitor all of my days
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| Allowed the enemy to enter our fray
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| As they climbed ranks, called shots, and spit on the faith
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| I carried like a sword, dulled by my ways
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| Who can I trust, where can I go
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| Now that the war has followed me home
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| For the crime of treason, I am not alone
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| I’ve lost myself to years of battle
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| Against charlatans that will continue
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| To confuse an open mouth with something said
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| And believe that violence is being brave
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| I’ve held witnss far too long
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| To dead heroes rsurrected with gold
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| To stab themselves in the heart and choke on their words
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| As we applaud
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| Who can I trust, where can I go
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| Now that the war has destroyed my home
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| For my crimes, I’ve confessed
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| I now stand alone
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| So I will lash out
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| Until I have no fight left
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| And when the turncoats come for me
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| I will fall on my blade
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| I will fall on my blade
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| Before I lay it at their feet
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| Because I will live at least once
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| With my head in the jaws of a lion
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| To know the aching joy
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| With my heart unburdened
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| With my heart unburdened
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| With my heart unburdened
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| By compromise |