| You let the world I love grow weak
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| And won’t listen as I speak
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| Of children dying for profit’s sake
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| You modern version of the snake
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| Innocent’s fill the nameless graves
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| Their way out from life as slaves
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| You are a demon, a living curse
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| With a fat and bursting purse
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| Here comes that feeling again (I wanna scream)
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| There is a burning anger inside of me
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| It drows as life grows colder
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| I wanna make, I wanna make you pay for your sins
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| I wanna make, I wanna make you pay crush your skull
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| I wanna make, I wanna make you pay
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| The curse lives on inside of me
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| As I grow up with your eyes I see
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| We walk around with heats like stones
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| Your values breed onto our bones
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| I know the sale of another tank
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| Bring loads of money to the bank
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| But still I fight and struggle within
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| To be free from my father’s sin |