| To all victims and witnesses of fear: your brave young hearts, they will
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| prevail, they won’t find defeat. |
| Broken homes fuck the way, they breed
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| hate young hearts repay. |
| Born on the battlefield your past remains
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| unknown.
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| Bringing back all the days you’ve been through, finding life so hard to
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| value. |
| If I could take away the pain, there’d be more to inherit your last
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| name. |
| Where are you now?
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| To all victims and witnesses of fear: your brave young hearts, they will
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| prevail. |
| Older now laid to rest with six feet upon the chest. |
| Born from
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| the battlefield your past remains unknown. |
| So burn this motherfucker down.
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| Burn it down. |