| In one enraptured host, beasts and men collide
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| Voices sullen, thoughts morose, they soon fall into line
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| Subdue my mortal anguish
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| With vapid animals that feed on my decline
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| Where, now, is the prize, promised in our name?
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| As far as I can tell, we’ve paid enough in shame
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| In tatters and voiceless, like cattle
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| Wait in line, patiently, for the cull
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| One more injustice and two more wounds to heal
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| A legacy of blood that oils tyrannic gears
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| Wear your shackles lightly
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| Live in fear of reprisal or pay with your life
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| Enough is enough
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| Life is more than toil and duress
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| Now, for better or worse
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| With no loved ones to pay for my mistakes
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| I can focus and make good my escape
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| If I fail then I will not die in vain
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| Either way, I’ll never follow again
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| Into the cold. |
| Out of the fold. |
| Under grey skies
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| I’ll run 'til I die
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| Pursue my tracks. |
| Follow my bleeding feet
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| A shot rings out
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| My final moments in verdant fields of green
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| At least I tried, and died alive
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| A peaceful smile etched on my face |