| Lest I die in the flood, you’ll never see me rest
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| Guilty masses of men, simply falling apart
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| Just stop and pick up your jaw
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| Been evading the shots that they make in the dark
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| Open up these graves so we can feed our homeland
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| I’m putting up the fight of my life —
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| Is it better just to lay arms and withdraw?
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| If there’s war in my blood, genocide in my veins
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| Cut me open and run
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| Doesn’t matter which nail that it’s under again
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| You can’t hide it
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| The dirt is always going to be there
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| I’m putting up the fight of my life —
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| Is it better just to lay arms and withdraw?
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| I’m pulling on the end of my chain —
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| How can these eyes burn clean?
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| Lest I die in the flood, you’ll never see me rest
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| Lest I die in the flood, you’ll never make it
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| Be still, child unwanted
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| Raise up the cities where gods cannot walk
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| I’m putting up the fight of my life
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| I see the bull fall, I see the pigs mass
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| I see them burn off the parasites, all in single order
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| I see the hurt wolf, covered in insects
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| Just pray our ghosts will learn to forget
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| I’m putting up the fight of my life
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| With the bird on my arm, the teeth still in my hand
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| I was raised in a house but I’ll end this a man
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| We all stand in the water
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| We all brace for the dust
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| It’s not enough |