| Treason rides again as a rumor rides from within
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| Running dogs of hate, sow seeds of disorder
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| Whispers on the street as the shadows stalk the city squares
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| Cold and pale like the sun on a winter morning
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| Running and hiding from the endless night
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| Time’s running out on your life
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| When it comes to the kill they’ll look you straight in the eye
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| When your number’s up don’t ask me why
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| When your number’s up don’t ask me why
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| Marching to the beat of the drums of dissidence and fear
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| Steps so turbulent they make mountains crumble
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| A single shot rings out and the balance falters from within
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| When there’s hunger for blood, it will all spill over
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| Running and hiding from the endless night
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| Time’s running out on your life
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| When it comes to the kill they’ll look you straight in the eye
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| When your number’s up don’t ask me why
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| When your number’s up don’t ask me why
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| When your freedom burns in silence and the final curtain calls
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| When all oaths are made in violence and the final heads have rolled
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| When the saving hand of liberty has turned away from you
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| When they’ve finally taken over, they will feast on flesh and spit the bones
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| Running and hiding from the endless night
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| Time’s running out on your life
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| When it comes to the kill they’ll look you straight in the eye
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| When your number’s up don’t ask me why
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| When your number’s up don’t ask me why
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| Kill in the womb before it sees the light
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| The Promise is left unfulfilled
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| Cause I’m running and hiding with a gun by my side
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| Spitting blood and sleeping when I die
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| Spitting blood and sleeping when I die |