| If we carry on this way we won’t survive
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| We have to draw the line
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| A victim of your own convictions
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| We can’t let them in to our minds
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| Hype the threats but never pull the trigger
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| A nation of patriots with dirty hands
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| Society under siege, a swarm of gunmen with ruthless intentions
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| Now I don’t have the good intentions
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| I wore my heart on my sleeve
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| Not anymore, not me
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| Its time like these we should have swallowed the key
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| Stuffed the bottle sent it out to sea
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| In a sea of treason
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| Tell me, who or what give you the right to decide what defines innocent lives?
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| Do you feel threatened by your own kind?
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| Under the watch of a manmade weapon built to break an honest life
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| Do you feel threatened by your own kind?
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| What’s the drive behind your motives?
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| All this blood on your hands
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| All these lies
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| How many brains washed does it take to see the dollar signs?
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| We’re wandering the blank space
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| Filling the gaps of the raw truth
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| Truth that has yet to set me free
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| And if we try to recognize the fiction
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| We won’t be part of the picture now
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| Tell me, who or what give you the right to decide what defines innocent lives?
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| If we carry on this way we won’t survive
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| If we carry on this way we won’t survive
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| We have to draw the line
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| If we carry on this way we won’t survive
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| We have to draw the line |