| Can’t stand the hopelessness
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| Cringe at sound of every gun
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| A single god for all of us
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| The one you love is gone
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| What your death is all about
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| Vicious games of endless fear
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| We cursed the battled ground
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| The skies and all between
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| Salvation in my pious hand
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| They’ll never break my obedience
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| It’s good to have a final bullet
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| It’s not as frantic as it seems
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| This little lead to set me free
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| It is my final bullet
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| My final bullet
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| My final bullet
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| A whisper could not louder be
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| Than a shot into your destiny
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| It was the daily call to hell
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| No place for our souls to dwell
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| Native blood and bravery
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| Empowered by the sovereign
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| For those of us who fight the storm
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| For those the confidence is gone
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| Salvation in my pious hand
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| They’ll never break my obedience
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| It’s good to have a final bullet
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| It’s not as frantic as it seems
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| This little lead to set me free
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| It is my final bullet
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| My final bullet
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| My final bullet
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| The hand that leads my cogitations
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| Thy will be done
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| Frozen necrophobia
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| A predule to the very end
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| I realized, I’ll never die in bed
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| Got another doom instead
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| Following the curse of life
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| The conflagration just behind
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| My name is carved in a mournful stone
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| Still before my life is gone
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| I’ll be the last upon this ground
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| The last who’ll spend the killing round
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| Salvation in my pious hand
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| They’ll never break my obedience
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| It’s good, to have a final bullet
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| It’s not so frantic as it seems
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| This little lead to set me free
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| It is my final bullet
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| My final bullet
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| My final bullet
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| Thy will be done
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| Thy will be done
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| Thy will be done
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| Thy will be done |