| These are the days of revenge so sweet.
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| Can you feel it? |
| Can you feel it?
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| There is a fear in the air that I have prayed for, for my whole life.
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| Can you feel it? |
| And do you fear it?
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| And Malcolm was right:
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| The hate that we’ve sown has come home in the night.
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| So wake up. |
| It’s time to die.
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| Can you feel it? |
| Can you feel it?
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| 'Cause we’ve reached the end of the lies:
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| Just take a look at the papers, and your leaders:
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| They’re killers and they’re liars.
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| See what they do in your name to make the bodies pile higher.
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| The murders and the terror, they’ve done it forever
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| As we sit back and smile at the script that they sell us.
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| So now they come for me.
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| So now they come for you.
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| We didn’t hear and now there’s nothing we can do.
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| Holy Mother of Columbine,
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| Say a prayer for me and the USA.
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| Blessed martyrs of Palestine,
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| Come and strike us down.
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| How dare we pray?
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| Osama is the demon that keeps you all safe in your cells.
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| Believe it. |
| Oh sweet revenge…
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| And Jesus himself would condemn us all to this self-made hell.
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| Can you dig it? |
| Oh sweet revenge…
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| Hell is the sign of our times:
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| But now the victims, they’re rising;
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| Their numbers are multiplying.
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| They want their revenge for the years that they’ve been dying.
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| So now they come for me.
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| So now they come for you.
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| We didn’t care and now there’s nothing we can do.
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| Holy Mother of Columbine,
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| Save a prayer for me.
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| Blessed martyrs of Palestine,
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| Come and strike us down.
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| Oh sweet revenge… |