| Driven to the edge
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| Now I wear the mark
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| Double-crossed fists that bash at the walls
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| Of your filthy society
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| Hands that will mark the end of this profanity
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| I have spent all of my life living in this discipline
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| Tear it down, build it back up stronger
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| Tear it down, build it back up stronger
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| Actions, follow words, the resistance builds
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| You can’t, you can’t hold back
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| This tide much longer
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| Every day a battle against the zombies and their lords
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| But they can’t
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| They can’t touch what’s in my heart
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| With their lies
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| Addictions, all they offer
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| Temptations many falter
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| Addictions, all they offer
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| Temptations many falter
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| Their bodies keep on rotting as their souls die
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| Actions, follow words
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| The resistance builds
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| You can’t, you can’t hold back
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| This tide much longer
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| Every day a battle against the zombies and their lords
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| But they can’t
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| They can’t touch what’s in my heart
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| With their lies
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| Addictions, all they offer
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| Temptations many falter
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| Addictions, all they offer
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| Temptations many fall |