| I love the sound of blood that trickles from my head
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| And stains the bodies of the people lying dead
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| Who gave their lives to something never understood
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| They don’t know where
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| They don’t know when
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| It’s happening again
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| My shadow pulls across that empty floor
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| Discarded remnants of that age and more
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| Who gave their lives to something never understood
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| They don’t know where
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| They don’t know when
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| But now it’s happening again
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| And as I fight to find an empty place
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| The yawning gap amongst the bodies fits my face
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| I gave my life to something never understood
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| Never understood
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| Never understood
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| Never understood |