| The bastards tell you that this world won’t have a place for you
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| But the decaying and your word
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| Just make them scared of what you’ll do
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| They try to blind you with shallowness and screens
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| They try to tell you who you are and tell you what you believe
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| Learn how to serve, how to slave, how to kneel
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| From their mouths you see the gray pour out
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| Forming shackles for your heart and for your thoughts
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| Learn how to serve, how to slave, how to kneel or
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| Be the cure to their sickness
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| Be the new to purge the old
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| Be the flame in the darkness
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| Be the rising legion
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| They make it seem like it’s your nature to submit
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| To be another cog in the machine that reproduces all their shit
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| But the storm inside you will tear their skin apart
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| And expose the dead flesh underneath
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| So you can see just what they are
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| Learn how to serve, how to slave, how to kneel
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| But we will never be like them
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| Another thought that powers the machinery
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| We are thousands (triggers army)
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| We are legion
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| Never to serve or to slave or to kneel
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| Be the cure to their sickness
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| Be the new to purge the old
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| Be the flame in the darkness
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| Be the rising legion
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| Be the cure to their sickness
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| Be the new to purge the old
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| Be the flame in the darkness
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| Be the rising legion |