| They broke our backs against the pavement
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| They ground our teeth down to the bone
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| The hung us high and bled us dry
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| Left to die here, defenseless and alone
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| In the dark
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| Like a forest fire waiting for a hint of spark
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| Take up your arms, sharpen your knives
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| They gave their very last chance when they gave
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| Our lives away
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| Words betray us in the native tongues we speak
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| When power corrupts the strong, false hope
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| Contends all weak
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| Break the confines, brace us for the flood
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| Raining from the heavens with the force of seven gods
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| On us all
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| (We were all fixated on ego)
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| All our lives, just a drop in the ocean
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| One more nail in the coffin, straight into the dirt
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| Born to die, it’s the final debt that we pay
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| The stain on your hands that can’t be washed away
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| (Can't be washed away)
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| A permanent solution, a moral absolution
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| The guilty many, the new disorder
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| The bloody hand leads the lam to the slaughter
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| I heard them laugh as their eyes rolled back
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| Raising a glass as their hearts turned black
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| Drowning the guilt
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| Tyrant, how can you stand by their graves?
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| Not all can be saved
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| A wasted chance to set things straight
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| A change of heart that came too late
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| Out of sight and out of mind
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| We are the ones you left behind
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| Can you hear the sound
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| (A wasted chance to set things straight)
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| Piercing the silence ringing out
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| (A change of heart that came too late)
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| As we feed the ground
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| (Out of sight and out of mind)
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| We are the ones you left behind
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| All our lives, just a drop in the ocean
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| One more nail in the coffin, straight into the dirt
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| Born to die, it’s the final debt that we pay
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| The stain on your hands that can’t be washed away
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| We are the ones you left behind
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| (We are the ones you left behind) |