| Take a deep breath
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| 'Cause it all starts now
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| When you pull the fuckin' pin
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| The shrapnel burns as it tears into the skin
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| Ever wonder what it takes to be questioning your faith?
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| This is what it’s like when it happens every goddamn day
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| Violence is our way of life
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| Shards of life like confetti in the air
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| The flesh storm grows as it breeds despair
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| You hear screams in the distance fighting the resistance
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| Not cries of war
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| These are just the sounds of pain
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| It’s all just psychotic devotion
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| Manipulated with no discretion
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| Killing’s in style and it’s now the main event
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| The cameras are whores for the daily bloodshed
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| Like a junkie, hungry for a fix of anything
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| The media devours and feasts upon the inhumane
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| Violence is our way of life
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| It’s all too fuckin' clear we can never coincide
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| So let’s all drink to genocide
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| All the venomous sights border on the arcane
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| In times of war, everything is bound by pain
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| It’s all just psychotic devotion
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| Manipulated with no discretion
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| Warfare knows no compassion
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| Thrives with no evolution
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| Unstable minds exacerbate un-rest (in peace)
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| There’s no future, the world is dead
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| So save the last bullet for your head
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| Only fallen have won
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| Because the fallen can’t run
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| My vision’s not obscure
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| For war there is no cure
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| So hear the only law
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| Men killing men for someone else’s cause
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| It’s all just psychotic devotion
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| Manipulated with no discretion |