| The lines been drawn
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| The lines been blurred for far too long
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| The years have scaled frustration
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| How can you shine your shell with such profound pretension?
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| We have lost ourselves to self-contradiction
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| We have lost ourselves to the rise of opposition
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| The hand that leads and feeds you
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| Would we all still battale if this caved in beneath you
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| We’ve done it on our own
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| All the years of bleeding
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| We’ve done it all alone
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| Now you will bleed for me
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| Its a war
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| We have lost ourselves to our own lies
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| The bleeding intentions
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| This is the line I’ve drawn
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| This is your last chance
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| The is the lines I’ve drawn
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| Now you must bleed dry for me
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| Wars
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| This is the line I’ve drawn
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| The is your last chance |