| This is a reckoning
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| A clichéd cut of lying tongue
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| Revenge never goes out of style
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| Gorilla honing trigger-finger
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| That makes gorilla man
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| Ingrained, there’s hate within us all
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| Spiraling I’ve lost my footing once again
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| I’m flailing in a tantrum of disgust
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| When life holds nothing sacred
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| When the loveless turn to loathe
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| We’ll witness this final threatened pose
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| (Oh!) Oh, Mother War!
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| Sleep in your arms tonight, I’m burning
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| I’m burning for your love
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| (This) This juggernaut of bronze and alcohol
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| Machines of vengeance now are born
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| In vengeance we are born
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| To our graves these grudges shall be sworn
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| The ultimate death of emotion never mourned
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| We’ll die before we crawl
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| Twisted ministers of death
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| Praying for a bullet hail
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| Gorilla, suffocate!
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| Gorilla, maim!
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| An education in…
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| Howling!
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| Ministers of death
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| We’ll be praying
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| Praying for this bullet hail
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| Gorilla, suffocate!
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| Gorilla, maim!
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| An education in…
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| Complete misanthropy!
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| (Oh!) Oh, Mother War!
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| Sleep in your arms tonight, I’m burning
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| I’m burning!
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| In vengeance we are born
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| To our fucking graves
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| The greatest tribe forever
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| Forever! |