| On the might of kings and captains
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| On the eyes of midnight watchmen
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| I know my hatred is perfect
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| For the culprit who deserves it Dead meat against your broken bones
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| Thrown in a ditch to die alone
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| But there is no dream worth pursuing
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| When there is nobody embracing
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| And there is no war worth fighting
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| When there is no blood worth spilling
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| On the might of kings and captains
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| On the eyes of midnight watchmen
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| I know my hatred is perfect
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| For the culprit who deserves it Dead meat against your broken bones
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| Thrown in a ditch to die alone
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| But there is no dream worth pursuing
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| When there is nobody embracing
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| And there is no war worth fighting
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| When there is no blood worth spilling
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| I know my hatred is pure for the new recruit
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| (one, two, three, go!)
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| Imposters on the fast track
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| To public execution
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| Beggars for mercy unite
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| But your pleas are ineffective
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| And if you ever come back
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| Beautiful incarnation
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| I’ll lie down at your feet and
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| Accept my punishment
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| You better save yourself
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| You better save yourself
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| You better save yourself
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| But there is no dream worth pursuing
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| When there is nobody embracing
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| And there is no war worth fighting
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| When there is no blood worth spilling
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| There is no dream worth pursuing
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| When there is nobody embracing
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| And there is no war worth fighting
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| When there is no blood worth spilling |