| Evil infects this place
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| All innocence
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| Nailed to a stake
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| I see murder, I see rape
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| I see children slaughtered in their dreams
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| Shedding blood, in its wake
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| There’s no end to the hate
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| So we’re headed into the blaze
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| As we’re paralyzed in this state
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| Aggression is their messiah
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| Resentment filled with twisted desire
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| Tempers reveal true repulsion
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| Unending blind devotion
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| Live, how can they live
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| Breathe, how can the breathe
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| Sleep, how do they sleep
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| When there are children slaughtered in their dreams
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| Taking solace, giving pause
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| Now the effect becomes the cause
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| So destructive, so numb
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| Sacrifice will not be enough
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| Progression can never be achieved
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| Soulless in the fiber of their being
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| Deliverance attained by none
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| Expression suppressed once again
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| Live, how can they live
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| Breathe, how can the breathe
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| Sleep, how do they sleep
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| When there are children slaughtered in their dreams
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| Butchered, maimed
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| Mangled as they slept
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| Slaughtered, tortured
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| The part we’ve forgotten
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| Was never to forget
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| Slaughtered, tortured, murdered in their sleep
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| The story we are told is a horror to believe
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| How do we exist, rest and breathe
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| Go about our lives with children dying as they dream |