| The mother of exiles stands there weeping
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| As her children tear themselves apart
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| Knives are out, her thoughts are bleeding
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| Blood runs down her welcoming arms
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| Her feral brood has turned neglectful
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| The chains she broke are rusting closed
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| Imprisoned lightning burns forgetful
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| Spoiled blind to the light that she holds
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| Lash the tired and kill the poor
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| The huddled masses ram the door
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| The new colossal hate arises
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| Savage ways, old horizons
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| Hate arises
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| Like brazen giants with conquering limbs
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| The herd manifesting all that she despised
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| Childish amnesia born of privilege
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| Selfish mob commits matricide
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| Her mild gaze gone stern, fire in her eyes
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| Watching her dreams turn into dust
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| The beacon dropped, her hand raised up to strike
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| Cast them homeless into the tempest
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| Lash the tired and kill the poor
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| The coddled masses slam the golden door
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| The new colossal hate arises
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| Savage ways, old horizons
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| Out of one a warring many
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| A dirty mirror shows the enemy
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| New colossal hate arises
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| Hate arises
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| Broken hope
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| The melting pot is melting down
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| A pool of slag on poisoned ground
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| Choking from the venom’s sting
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| Pull the fangs, let freedom ring
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| (Let freedom ring)
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| The new colossal hate arises
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| Savage ways, old horizons
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| Out of one a warring many
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| A dirty mirror shows the enemy
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| New colossal hate arises
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| Hate arises
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| Hate arises |