| Ignore the masses, the fall, the writings on the wall
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| Keep chasing demons in the dark, ignore the devil you know
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| A call to arms, it’s time to pick a side
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| When fear will divide only hate can unite
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| From fear we divide, in hate we unite
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| We’re broken, the damage is done
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| Just hold your breath and wait for the flood
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| Now forced to silence by words from a gun
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| No turning back from the path we run
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| We are the broken ones with the stolen tongues
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| We are the silence in the roar
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| We seek a force we can trust, we see your fangs in disgust
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| We are the broken ones with the stolen tongues
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| We are the colors drained away
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| These are the wounds that will never dry
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| As long as we’re walking the edge of the knife
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| In a battle of nerves nothing’s ever won
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| That’s the prize to pay if you just stick to your guns
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| Manipulation by twisting the words used for separation
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| To build up your heard
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| We are the broken, we are the broken, we are the broken
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| We are broken, pushing lines in the dirt
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| And tightening the noose til you choke on your words
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| Remember that violence is just for the weak
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| Sometimes silence is golden and talking is cheap
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| Keep on pointing the blame yet the outcome’s the same just abandon your final
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| pretense
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| And realize with every action there’s a consequence
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| It’s time to stop this addiction to feed the affliction that soon will devour
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| us all
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| Down to the core, written all over these walls
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| We are the broken ones with the stolen tongues
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| We are the silence in the roar
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| We are the broken ones with the stolen tongues
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| We are the silence in the roar
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| We seek a force we can trust, we see your fangs in disgust
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| We are the broken ones with the stolen tongues
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| We are the colors drained away
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| These are the wounds that will never dry
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| As long as we’re walking the edge of the knife |