| No more, no more
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| No more, no more, yeah
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| Look at the end covered in blood, only silence
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| What’s to be done? |
| They load up the guns, only violence
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| Sick of the good dying first, too many more than it’s worth
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| How many mothers are mourning their brothers in silence?
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| Can we?!
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| Murder machine, death is routine, what’s the reason?
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| We dance over graves, light bombs like who cares while we’re grieving?
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| Tell me the truth though it hurts, we live in a world and it’s cursed
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| But our generation will have separation, we’re fearless
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| Can we disarm the loaded gun?
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| Can we survive what we’ve become?
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| The hate is slowly choking me
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| American aggression for free
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| Can we?
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| I’ve got this feeling in my throat
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| We’ve never really had control
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| I bet they’re digging out my hole
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| Six feet for every word we spoke
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| My eyes holding the line
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| Waiting for time to take my life, but
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| What in this world could justify
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| If the liars they feed are killing?
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| Can we disarm the loaded gun?
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| Can we survive what we’ve become?
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| The hate is slowly choking me
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| American aggression for free
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| I’ve got this feeling in my soul
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| We’ve never really had control
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| I bet they’re digging out my hole
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| Can we?
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| I’ve got this feeling in my soul
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| We’ve never really had control
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| I bet they’re digging out my hole
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| Well come and get me!
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| Can we disarm the loaded gun?
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| Can we survive what we’ve become?
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| The hate is slowly choking me
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| American aggression for free
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| American aggression for free
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| Can we?
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| Can we? |