| Excommunicated
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| Another holy war
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| The cost of friendship is this heavy cross I bare until I’m sore
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| Don’t find it necessary — to show my piety
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| These are the end of days no solace in this city
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| In a world that makes me sick — I will be your heretic
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| In a world that makes me sick — I will be your heretic
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| I split my lip — They cut their teeth
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| Sometimes silence is — A perfect scream
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| Don’t ask why this stone is in my hand
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| Won’t be seeing you again my friend
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| Excommunicated
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| Another holy war
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| Los Angeles is just a heavy dose of all that I deplore
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| The shine has left me- with no remorse or love
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| And all the soarings of my mind begin within my blood
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| In a world that’s filled with faith — You can’t take my blasphemy
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| In a world that’s filled with faith — You can’t take my blasphemy
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| I split my lip — They cut their teeth
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| Sometimes silence is — A perfect scream
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| Don’t ask why this stone is in my hand
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| Won’t be seeing you again my friend
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| This is the story of brothers with dirty faces
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| A city filled with angels liars and betrayers
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| This is a requiem for a friend and born of hate
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| A walk down memory lane that took it all away |