| The basic concept of truth seems to evade you
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| But I am here to set it right
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| I will not squander my faith
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| On fading, failing illusions
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| Longing will not rule my fate
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| Derailing, ailing…
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| Conjure storms, I’ll take my chances
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| For I know that justice will come dance upon your grave
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| You coward
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| Parading secrets you steal
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| Instilling, willing confusion
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| Playing the part as you feel
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| Fulfilling, killing…
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| Cast your stones, I’ll take my chances
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| For I know that
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| Justice comes to dance upon the graves of
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| Cowards
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| Red skies and diamond blades
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| Dead nights and minds ablaze
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| Tenacious racing toward a checkmate
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| And you know I’m right
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| No gracious winner in that game
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| And the noose is tight
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| Fed lies, a common rage
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| It’s martial law to advocate
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| No partial call could bear the weight
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| Though foresworn, you take your chances
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| You should know that soon there will be no one left to save you
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| Show your scorn, I’ll take my chances
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| For I know that justice will come spit into your brain
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| You coward
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| Coward
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| Justice calls your name
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| In the end
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| You can be sure
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| Coward
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| I’ll take my chances
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| You coward |