| Cheap talk to leach onto a name
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| Cheap shot their way to easy fame
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| Clowns with their games for hype
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| Spotlight seeking parasites
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| All the weakness sickens me
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| As the substance fades away
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| Tiny tyrants and the washout rate
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| Sick of all the useless fakes
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| This is not for pride or gain
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| It’s our culture that you profane
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| Noise and fury hollow shells
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| Draining to an empty well
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| Leaching from the lifesblood that creates
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| The struggle’s no concern to the ones who take
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| Tantrums sound and fashion trends
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| Only cool when they need something from your friends
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| Surface level rebellion
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| When the message drains it’s all doused and done
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| Fairness, dedication, loyalty, compassion, commitment, ferocity
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| After all this time it still means the same thing to me
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| STILL AT FULL STRENGTH INSIDE MY HEART
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| What we fought for unified, it’s too precious to let it die
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| Turn a spark into a blaze to guide the lost out of the dark
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| Harsh to keep it vital, not to belittle or exclude
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| Years go by still true
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| The hardcore they can’t dilute
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| At full strength
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| STILL AT FULL STRENGTH INSIDE MY HEART |