| No more coiling in the dusk of violence
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| We take while being taken by the price of silence
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| Our safety from fulfillment, the razor’s touch
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| Calling your number but the lines are cut
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| Sabotaage at the start of the race
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| For every smile, on every dirty face
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| Two worlds at war
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| Two fuses for the buying
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| Two Worlds at war
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| Our consciousness is dying
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| Two worlds at war
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| You’re the first and last to flash in my mind
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| Two worlds at war
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| I won’t leave you behind
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| I won’t leave you behind my friend,
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| So tear up the script and right a new end
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| Our working hands we cannot afford
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| Pax Americana from the killing floor
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| Did you bury your vision and join the roll call?
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| Woah.
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| From the shopping mall in the toxic sprawl
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| Where they keep young hearts in isolation
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| I’ll leave in the commercial
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| I don’t care what i’ve missed
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| These wire taps and satallite maps
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| Can’t touch my right to exist
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| So «not in my name"but they buy us the same
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| Will they shut down our hearts in the pouring rain?
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| Don’t tell us to die for the brand names of our dying days
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| Two worlds at war
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| Two fuses for the buying
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| Two Worlds at war
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| Our consciousness is dying
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| Two worlds at war
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| You’re the first and last to flash in my mind
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| Two worlds at war
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| I won’t leave you behind
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| Sing out from 'round the world tonight
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| From 'round the world tonight
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| So the struggle remains do we break from the line and run?
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| Captive and tense in the twilight cage the setting sun
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| Face to face no more, waiting to hear their call
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| for the bombs, the mines, the bullets and fists
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| Heres my name now, for the blacklist
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| I’ll leave in the commercial
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| I don’t care what i’ve missed
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| These wire taps and satallite maps
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| Can’t touch my right to exist |