| Playing wild, the dying children
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| From the gutter they spawn
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| A life created of indignation
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| Pride and seeker pause
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| Pig city, oil creation
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| Over sex-dosed the junk machine crawls
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| Missing is the laughter, from the death bus
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| While the eternal human war rages on Can you believe how little you care?
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| The friendly face of the empire leader
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| Conquest of style, ego hate
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| Walk amongst the dogs
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| While the violence kills the declined state
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| Have you eaten today?
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| Iam glad
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| Your digestion is the sorrow of the hungry
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| So tired of rejection and stupidity
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| Cut away to Grey man
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| Isolation room, a crowd gathers
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| Fade to riot, As the furor screams deliverance
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| The claws of the predatory corporation dig deep
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| into the niave religion culture
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| Acceptance, blind virtue
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| their reason taunts the absurd
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| The beggar, he feeds the anger
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| As you burn sorrow’s last word
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| Pain create the answer holy
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| Learn the lesson passion learned
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| Hate the teachers, oh so saintly
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| I kiss the pyre as it burned
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| Our need flows on, but we feel nothing
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| While emotion kills with no remorseful deathblow from Jesus
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| Only you can turn the key
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| to unlock the tortured riches inside your soul
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| And find the reason we live
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| Like some sort of God rejection
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| Place the blame on heads that turn
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| You watch the dagger rip through masses
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| As wheat and grain and corn
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| dry into a hatred reality,
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| screaming into a vengeful pit
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| Pitiful scream!
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| The heart goes forward hating
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| Wanting life that cannot be attained
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| Justice seeker, pray for vengeance
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| The purist life is marred and staind
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| I want the World to heal
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| Iwant the world to love
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| But it cannot
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| 4 More Years
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| 4 More Years
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| 4 More Years
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| 4 More Years
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| 4 More Years
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| 4 More Years
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| 4 More Years… |