| The scent of the ashes
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| Spoils the air in my lungs
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| This riot inside me
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| Has a hold of my soul
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| So what should I fight for?
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| Should I fight for your so called liberty?
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| So would I just die for you?
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| I can assure you that I won’t die in your name
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| No, not this way
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| You’re the shepherd that led his sheep astray
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| I am searching for a sense in all of this
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| The scent of the ashes
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| Spoils the air in my lungs
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| This riot inside me
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| Has a hold of my soul
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| When you open your mouth, all I hear is the violent sound
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| Remember when you were crowned you used our weakness as feeding ground
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| All you account for is the dollar in your pocket, sure
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| A life far from the fucking ground floor
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| Yeah, I do recognize your love for lies, manipulation and war
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| Tell me what else you got in store
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| We spend our days at the frontline
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| While you show, you got no spine
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| You’re leading crime to its prime time
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| Remember when you were crowned you used our weakness as a feeding ground
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| What use have our voices if they stay unheard?
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| What do we need our eyes for if we live in the dark?
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| Just living is not enough
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| Feel the fire
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| There’s not a single lesson to be learned
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| I am still searching for a sense in all of this
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| Just breathing is not enough
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| Feel the fire calling out your name
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| Feel the fire blaze |