| We share the tale, another boy amongst the masses
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| His name was Billy and he liked to get high
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| A normal guy until the green-skin apocalypse
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| A do or die
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| There must be something in the water (besides fluoride and shit)
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| Where he lie, where he lie
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| He threw that gaping brain asunder
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| When he realized, when he realized
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| It’s coming down!
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| We’ve sown thrones and brought the kings down to knees
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| Hello, here we are, salutations
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| And every day that you wake is a gift that you take from the gods
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| That’s right!
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| You came from the trees and we alter the genes
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| Here you are
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| All you fuck with is wages
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| You had the day but you pissed it away
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| I think it’s time that we show our ways!
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| Now we shed that violence all over
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| Let mayhem in the streets
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| From the mountain top to oceans
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| We own your every need
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| It’s coming down!
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| With every breath that we take, we can hear that sound
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| Somebody needs a reaction to stay on the ground
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| With every breath that we take, we can hear that sound
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| A green-skin apocalypse
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| A do or die
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| So Billy heeds the call of fathers |
| Release high
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| Through these eyes
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| Embraces the chi and he praises the weeds
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| Holding out for the day he can face them
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| And every day that he trains is a slap in the face to the gods
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| God damn
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| Shutting out politics
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| Viewing beings as equals
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| Ain’t it funny how that makes sense?
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| You had the floor, but you gave it a bore
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| Now it’s equal
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| Can we clean that slate?
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| Now shed that violence all over
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| Let mayhem in the streets
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| From mountain top to oceans, we own your every need
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| It’s coming down!
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| Somebody needs a reaction to stay on the ground
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| It’s coming down!
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| Follow a trail of the ones who bleed the masses
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| Follow behind the reptilian eyes
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| A normal day in the green-skin apocalypse
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| A do or die
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| There must be something in the water
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| Where he lie, where he lie
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| He threw that gaping brain asunder
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| When he realized, when he realized
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| National alliance and he leads the fight
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| No class, no race, just fucking violence in their eyes
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| A plan for human survival takes to flight
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| The good that’s left and all we cherish stands to die |
| Is this the end of all we know?
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| They all float
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| Is this the end of all we know?
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| Wasted our lives for what?
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| Float away
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| Do we feed the reaction?
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| Do we stay?
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| Do we all float away?
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| Do you think you know who you are?
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| Did you think you had it all worked out well?
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| And who could believe… those dead-eyed soldiers
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| Red sky, rain fall
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| The winter beams no beauty
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| Just cold-eyed monsters and bare branches
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| You can wail to the moon, but that’ll just make things worse
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| They see you
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| They see me
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| They see all
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| No children in the streets
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| Where do they play when freedom here has been revoked?
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| The ground which all their fathers soaked
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| No medicine
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| The scarcity of nourishment is evident
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| And where’s our god?
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| Have we seen that side of heaven yet? |
| No
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| Rich, poor
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| Clutching to their sheets in horror
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| Is there an answer? |
| No.
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| Is there somebody who can take away all the present dismay?
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| Bury the light
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| Pray through night
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| Mayhem in the streets
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| No order
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| Is there an answer? |
| No.
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| Is there somebody who can take away all the present dismay? |
| Bury the light
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| Pray through night
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| You’ve buried that, buried that light
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| Now pray through night
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| What has come down is littered all around in your sight
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| It’s littered in your sight
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| The claim they stake
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| A land from us they take
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| The claim they stake, they stake
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| A land from us they take, they take
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| The craft he shakes
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| A race within his wake
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| Victory alone became his above the soil we know
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| A grave is laid
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| A man within his cage
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| Victory alone became his down in the soil he owns
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| Soil we know becomes our own home
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| Soil we know becomes our own home
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| Now we’re staring at the ground together
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| This is not the first time nor the last time
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| Soil we know becomes our own home
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| (Now we’re staring at the ground together.)
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| Now we’re staring at the ground together
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| Soil we own becomes ours
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| Order back in what we know
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| Soil we own becomes ours
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| Now one with the soil we own
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| Soil we own becomes ours
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| Order back in what we know
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| Soil we own becomes ours
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| Now one with the soil we own
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| Soil we own |