| Each of us lies rotting dead
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| Our ideas will never die
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| One man can start this fire
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| A second can feed the flames
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| All of the rest can foreward the line- let bourgeois culture burn itself
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| Alive
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| Our frustrations
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| Give it to them
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| Together as one… what we have is more then it takes to prosecute the enemy
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| In time
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| The pessimism breeds and the nihilism feeds off the apathy we’re fed
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| Throughout our lives
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| What chance to fight together?
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| What chance to tear this world apart?
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| Power’s drived in numbers
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| And numbers are what we have
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| Yet you complain and choose to abstain
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| When we could be fighting back
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| Vultures will encircle with propaganda streams
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| Laying the bait and plotting the course as our human spirits die of thirst
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| This is why we’re living- for spirits
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| Life
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| And blood
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| And as sure as the sun will bury the night- we will feed our appetite
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| Humanity’s weapon
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| Each life’s a sharpened blade
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| But we’re hammered dull till nothing is left- and fed on bread and circuses
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| To death
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| To climb up off your knees
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| And fight for something real… out into the streets of ruined cities they
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| Will come
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| The bane of their existence fueled on battles that they soon will win
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| With colors running black and red on hope for future days
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| A call forever heard… vae victis! |