| Chains on us all as we march towards a war
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| Life or death with our last breath this flag will not fall
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| Chains on us all as we march towards a war
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| Life or death with our last breath this flag will not fall
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| There comes a time we must break with the past
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| Hold it close through
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| The craze of the maze and the traps
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| How about it now
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| Those that were lost there and back
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| Testifying, trying
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| Hindsight is blind to the facts
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| Bring it back
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| To a time when we shined in our past
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| Holding on to
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| The wind in our face and our back’s
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| Until the sun
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| Those days I would never trade back
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| Everyone
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| I ever loved I hope you know that’s a fact
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| Flashbacks and trashbags, time lapse and false flags
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| Remember the past and the collapse of our last gasp
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| We’re losing our grip as it slips through our grasp
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| We can’t comprehend, we can’t complete the task
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| And the whole world’s falling down to the sound of destruction
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| Feel the hellfire and the brimstone, see it all come tumbling down
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| There’s never been a better time for the sound of destruction
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| Feel the hellfire and the brimstone, see it all come tumbling down
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| My head is disconnected
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| My thoughts to desecrate in disarray
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| The wrath of a thousand centuries
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| Bear witness to humanity brought to its knees
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| Fast track to the fast lane
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| Abstract lost train last stand
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| It’s time to set it off
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| Molotov and a gas can maybe we can stay away
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| From the past, the pain and the disarray
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| Fast track to the fast lane
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| Away from the pain and the disarray
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| Flashbacks and trashbags, time lapse and false flags
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| Remember the past and the collapse of our last gasp
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| We’re losing our grip as it slips through our grasp
 | 
| We can’t comprehend, we can’t complete the task
 | 
| And the whole world’s falling down to the sound of destruction
 | 
| Feel the hellfire and the brimstone, see it all come tumbling down
 | 
| There’s never been a better time for the sound of destruction
 | 
| Feel the hellfire and the brimstone, see it all come tumbling down
 | 
| There comes a time we must break with the past
 | 
| Hold it close through
 | 
| The craze of the maze and the traps
 | 
| How about it now
 | 
| Those that were lost there and back
 | 
| Testifying, trying
 | 
| Hindsight is blind to the facts
 | 
| Bring it back
 | 
| To a time when we shined in our past
 | 
| Holding on to
 | 
| The wind in our face and our back’s
 | 
| Until the sun
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| Those days I would never trade back
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| Everyone
 | 
| I ever loved I hope you know that’s a fact
 | 
| And the whole world’s falling down to the sound of destruction
 | 
| Feel the hellfire and the brimstone, see it all come tumbling down
 | 
| There’s never been a better time for the sound of destruction
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| Maybe we can stay away from the past, the pain and the disarray
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| Disarray
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| Till all come tumbling down
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| Disarray
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| Till all come tumbling down |