| to all the fallen…
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| your goals will never be achieved
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| in light of what has happened…
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| filthy vermin invading every right to believe
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| your lavish order is now disorder…
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| in my dreams, or sick fantasies
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| bodied bags, toes tagged
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| in delight of a nation growing sicker
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| a cheap imitation of life takes over
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| thriving forward, absorbing yours and making it mine
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| slowly forcing souls to my side
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| a god among the waste… you pray to get the story straight
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| a god among the waste, we should never have to live this way
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| a god among the waste
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| a highness to destroy this state.
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| to all forgotten… your strategy is received
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| but its not as you expected
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| you can’t match my hatred
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| evading every issue unseen
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| no common knowledge or fortitude inbetween |