| Whispers tell the tale
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| Striking distance to defeat
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| Push so hard to keep sane
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| View the masses so diseased
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| Violence carries over
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| Find a trace of peace & hide
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| Those content with slowing dying must arise
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| Or theyll find us all
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| Enslaved, dead or depraved
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| When the choice is made
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| The martyrs will awake
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| Enslaved, dead or depraved
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| Piled high in an unmarked grave
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| Freedom lies in the thoughts
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| Far beyond what theyve been told
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| So at peace are the slaves
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| Who deny imprisoned souls
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| Black clouds of despair loom high so surreal
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| Pure greed stands tall
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| While the rest fucking kneel
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| Theyre enslaved, dead or depraved
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| Now the choice is made
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| So much weakness ingrained
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| Enslaved, dead or depraved
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| Piled high in unmarked grave
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| This world is bent on breaking us
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| This world is bent on breaking serve, fear, lose or conquer
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| This world is bent on breaking us
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| We won’t halt in the path of hardship
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| Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm
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| But can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on?
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| Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm
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| But can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on?
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| Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm
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| But can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on?
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| Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm
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| But can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on?
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| Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm
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| But can anyone dic… |