| Over our head
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| Repeater, deceiver
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| Over our head
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| Death precedes me
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| My nation, my parliament, my ritual of wealth
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| You hold death over our head
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| You hold life over our head
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| I hope you get what you’ve been giving out
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| I hope you choke on all the memories
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| No light, just insecurities, false hope and new enemies
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| Who taught you to be a witness of our mother’s death?
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| Who taught you to be a witness of our mother’s death?
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| You are saying you love her after you’ve broken her heart
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| My blood, the blood, our blood boils in response
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| And I have killed you in my mind’s eye
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| And I can’t wait to be free from the stench of generosity
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| I want and wish nothing from you but a haunting of a ghost
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| Leave me, don’t speak to me again
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| Come back when you are made of ashes
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| No windows in a box
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| Guess you dead
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| Guess it’s over our head
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| Maybe we matter, she said
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| Let me go ask mascots, tell you what he said
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| The world’s a ghetto, just ask the bedbugs in my bed
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| Just ask the fucking sand
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| Is it code red or code dead?
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| They’re coming along to the song of the DJ punting
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| And saying something |