| With suffering but alive, I’m running through decimated bodies
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| Gapping, suppurated, oozing, are the wounds of my bloodbrothers
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| Through blood for freedom, I rise up against these dictators
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| Vindicative, oppressive, menaching, is the yoke of these warmasters
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| Participate in the symphony of destruction, kill to survive
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| Remember how thin life is on earth
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| Defend the sovereign laws of your country, brutalize to dominate
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| Remember how scarce air is on earth
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| Blackout, Blackout
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| With joy, but soulless, I’ve dealt out death with bomb dropping
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| For the riches, with napalm I destroy my enemies' nations
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| Exploded, erased, are the targeted peoples
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| Lost, trivial is the light of these poor men
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| Blackout, Blackout
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| With disgust but vomitless, I instinctively pick up my body’s parts
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| Char, burning, rusted, is the blade that doubles me up with pain (now)
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| Through blood for freedom, I rose up against these tyrants
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| Deserved, blessed, soothing will soon be my rest, I’ve been slain
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| Participate in the symphony of destruction, kill to survive
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| Remember how thin life is on earth
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| Defend the sovereign laws of your country, brutalize to dominate
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| Remember how scarce air is on earth
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| Build up your way to hope, stab your fill (till exultation)
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| Remember some won’t flinch and take your place
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| Fight for a legitimate war, eviscerate to civilize
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| Remember we are running out of water, out of sun |