| Fallen hero lives through his past
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| Inflated ego makes you think he’s coming back
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| Owned by many, abused by all
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| That dog stands for nothing
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| Offended, united we crawl
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| It’s just good business to keep you sick
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| What doesn’t kill you makes him rich
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| Your killer, your master
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| Bow your head and he’ll noose your neck
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| Your master, your killer
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| Flock of flesh, you’re going off the edge
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| Hide inside the states of denial as the page unfolds
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| We write the climax of the saddest story ever told
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| His eyes are warm, his blade is sharp
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| He’s bleeding out, your bleeding heart
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| Your leader’s just a cylinder of heads
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| All the same agenda, one deadly mind
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| Just like the chamber of roulette
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| The bullet, a matter of time
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| Your killer, your master
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| Bow your head, and he’ll noose your neck
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| Your master, your killer
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| Flock of flesh, you’re going off the edge, oh
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| Do I offend you, you’re not alone
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| I’ll stand uncorrected on your mountain of stones
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| Do I offend you, run on home
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| See if water from your tears will grow you a backbone
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| Oh
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| Flock of flesh
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| Bow your head
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| Flock of flesh
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| Oh
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| Flock of flesh
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| Bow your head
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| Flock of flesh |