| So come one and come all to the crumbling walls
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| Of our city now painted with red
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| As the stench of defeat emanates through the streets
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| Is the life we once dreamed of now dead?
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| But we won’t break, we will fight, we will storm through the night
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| Enslaved to their game nevermore
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| With the locks on our cage broken off by the rage
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| Now it’s time to settle the score
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| We are the frayed, we are the torn
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| We are the beaten and the scorned
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| And now you’ve forced the beast to bare its teeth
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| We’ll come in droves like animals
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| Hungry to reclaim our control
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| As we fight to bite the bitter hand that feeds
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| We are the frayed
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| We are the frayed
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| We are the frayed
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| Beyond the barricade
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| Oh, can’t you hear that sound?
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| The march of tortured souls screaming
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| «Burn this place to the ground»
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| The pack you played for fools, the herd you led astray
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| Now run the slaughterhouse, welcome to Judgment Day
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| You’ll pay in blood as your retribution
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| So let’s gather at the gallows for the execution |