| Marching with purpose to show him that I’m right
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| Threatening our values, some people just deserve to die
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| These broken cities (serve a purpose)
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| These ugly times will spring anew
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| A life where none are threatened by evil minds that run askew
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| Lust, greed, fear will leave no room for
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| Pain, tears, voided by submission
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| Lust, greed, fear will leave no room for
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| Pain, tears, eradication
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| Separated by the faults we find in love
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| Belittled, uninspired, my swollen throat is tired
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| And the soldiers keep on marching though it all seems so surreal
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| But in this building that we enter, the smell of death is so severe
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| Rifle fire opens from the seventh floor
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| Scrambling up the stairs to kick open the door
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| Across the bloodstained hallway I saw mercy conquer hate
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| I screamed with desperate blame and passion
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| «You let the fucker get away!»
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| Lust, greed, fear will leave no room for
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| Pain, tears, voided by submission
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| Lust, greed, fear will leave no room for
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| Pain, tears, eradication
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| What embarrassment I bore
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| Just fall in with accord
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| But you preach those empty words
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| «Turn the other cheek!»
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| (Separated by the faults we find in love, belittled, uninspired)
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| (A life where none are threatened by evil minds that run askew) |