| Brothers, my brothers
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| Is this all that we are?
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| Sisters, my sisters
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| We’ve been crushed by the fists of God
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| Welcome to the free world where nothing’s as it seems
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| Tell me, can you find a cure when you can’t see and you can’t feel the disease?
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| Can you seek a higher truth when you’re living on your knees
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| Where freedom grows from blood-soaked soil in the lands of hypocrisy?
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| 'Cause if you can’t see the chains, tell me what use is a key
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| It’s cash, blood, and oil in the age of the refugee
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| They’re trying to buy our minds, we ain’t selling
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| Bang, bang, bang, hear they’re nailing down the coffins
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| Cut the strings, feel your heart start
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| Cut the cord
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| rack this code of silence
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| All our lives in the hands of tyrants
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| Crushed by the fists of God, crushed
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| Crushed by the fists of God, crushed
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| We’ve been crushed by the fists of God
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| We’ve been crushed by the fists of God
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| To the left, I see the rats, and to the right, I see the snakes
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| In my ear, they’re whispering sweet sermons of cruel hate
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| So do you buy the fear or do you buy the lies? |
| Tell me, what will set us free?
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| Do we kneel before the crooked few or do we bite the fucking hand that feeds?
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| When death casts no shadow and hope carries no weight
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| Rise into the light and feel the shackles fade away
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| They fear what we know, we know how they break
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| Bang, bang, bang, drop the hammer of conscience
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| Cut the strings, feel your heart start
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| Cut the cord
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| rack this code of silence
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| All our lives
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| Crushed by the fists of God, crushed
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| Crushed by the fists of God, crushed
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| We’ve been crushed by the fists of God
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| We’re just waiting for the sky to fall
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| Yeah, I’m just waiting
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| Feels like all our lives we’ve been waiting for the sky to fall
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| Feels like all this time we’ve been
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| Brothers, my brothers
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| Is this all that we are?
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| Sisters, my sisters
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| We’ve been
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| Crushed by the fists of God
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| Crushed by the fists of God, crushed
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| Crushed by the fists of God, crushed |