| This is not a plea for peace but a call to war
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| Though some shall decease and some shall suffer more some
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| See the light and turn and fight knowing that burning bright
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| Is it’s own reward
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| Like a star goes nova before it dies
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| Let’s overthrow the thrones expose the lies
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| Or aren’t you sick of being victimized?
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| This is not a time for talk but a time to act
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| Get up and walk it off or die lying on your back
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| Pick up the pace or we lose the race
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| It’s time to face up to what we lack
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| There’s things you want and things you need
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| A brand new SUV a new disease
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| Hi-def don’t show no real realities
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| Two steps back is a losing battle
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| And I don’t think it’s ever gonna stop
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| One push back and it’s the gallows
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| One snap they call it suicide by cop
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| Another old man in the same dead age
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| Another blank space on an empty page
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| «the future is unwritten» yeah it’s all the rage
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| But ain’t no one writing shit in this fucking cage
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| Except marks on a wall as days pass by
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| We chip away until we die
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| Our legacies these bloody lullabies
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| Two thousand and eight another bummer
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| Not a sound from the encumbered numbers
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| No not a peep 'cos the scars run deep
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| So awash in grief we escape to slumber
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| Who can sleep in these beds they made?
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| Good fucking joke short sheet a shallow grave
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| Alarm clock ringing bring the dead |