| Black flags and bright minds
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| Fuel the fire in me, there is no running from this
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| With our hands up high we’ve watched as the world burned
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| Take us to the gates
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| Let’s bring an end to this endless suffering
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| Pick your battles
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| We are dead and recovering
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| Dead and recovering
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| Embody flies to the flame
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| Sticks and stones, A maze of illusion
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| Dead and recovering
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| Dead and recovering
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| Ride the storm, be death defiant
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| There’s truth in honor and bliss
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| Can’t you see, we have none when the sun sets
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| Within the land of blistered tongues we reside
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| The house of the harvester
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| Fear the untamed, for thunder is their game tonight
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| Shackles and chains, we are slaves to the light
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| Tear out the heart, rip the teeth from the beast
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| Erase the clouds that have conquered the masses
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| Beneath a blood red sky
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| Cracks in the pavement, dark days in our memory
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| The bitter pills they gave me
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| Cries in the night
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| Lies so vile, infected reality
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| Behold the children of mischief
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| Behold the children of mischief
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| Fear the untamed, for thunder is their game tonight
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| Shackles and chains, we are slaves to the light
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| Tear out the heart, rip the teeth from the beast
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| Erase the clouds that have conquered the masses |