| We are given this knife, now we’re taking their life
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| The pact is made;
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| We sold our souls for nothing more
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| The strands of life were once frayed
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| And now we’re sacred and afraid
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| Living out the dreams that seem to be delayed
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| Que so mos libre pero un cancer
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| You say that you have found the answer
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| The future’s not for me in your society
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| The light you see is never what it seems to be
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| Confusion, illusion
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| The nation that you took from me
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| Is one in which I won’t burn
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| Because you won’t learn that this is my
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| Turn to return
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| You can’t sell us what you steal
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| We won’t buy what isn’t real
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| Our lives aren’t secure;
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| Our hearts won’t endure
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| Fuck you and your…
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| WAYS!!!
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| Y mi futuro es Negro, que yo soy un peligro
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| The vision that is sold
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| Just never seems to grow
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| The life that you cannot mold
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| Tu dices que es tu dolo
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| The fact is played, the story’s old
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| I’m fucking cold
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| To be like you and have your actions
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| To buy into the new perceptions
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| Of how my life should be, the vision I
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| Should see
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| The future and the light is not what seems
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| To be
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| Confusion, illusion
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| The nation that you took from me
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| Is one in which I won’t burn
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| Because you won’t learn that this is my
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| Turn to return
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| You can’t sell us what you steal
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| We won’t buy what isn’t real
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| Our lives aren’t secure;
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| Our hearts won’t endure
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| Fuck you and your…
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| WAYS!!!
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| (Fuck you and all your ways! …)
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| Revolution/Revolucion!
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| Revolution/Revolucion! |