| Song Six |
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| Wherever we roam, violence follows the dead |
| Violence can blemish the sky until its red |
| Wherever we roam, violence follows the dead |
| Your hate |
| Your lies |
| Your hate |
| Where you’re not listening |
| I’ve laid your guns to rest |
| I’ve laid your guns to rest |
| I’ve laid your guns to rest |
