| Now tell me what they said
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| When you and yours put the gun to my head
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| They told us integrity’s dead
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| The false intentions were inbred
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| Bloody and bleeding, you should be dead
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| But still don’t care who else has bled
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| A love you bribed with words you said
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| A loving skin assassins shed
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| Anger, we feel
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| Some will lose and some will gain
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| Some grow fat on others' pain
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| The thin belts tighten under the strain
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| From the greedy grips of hunger’s reign
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| Take and take a habit crime
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| Inject the mass in drugged pantomime
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| A play on truth, a paradigm
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| Of those that lie most all the time
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| Anger, we feel
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| So tell me how it’s supposed to be
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| As you fuck them and you fuck me
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| You bought the law but you can’t buy me
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| You’ll pay the price, just wait and see
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| So pass the buck and take a poll
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| Dig the grave and fill the hole
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| All that you have is all that you stole
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| At any cost, you want control
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| Now tell me what they said
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| When you and yours put the gun to my head
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| My hands are cuffed, my legs are spread
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| I’ve been abused, but I can’t be led
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| With Satan smiling from your bed
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| Your hands in blood, the sheets splattered red
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| Tell me when enough have bled
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| Tell me when your greed is fed
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| Anger, we feel |