| In my dreams the empire falls under a napalm shadow
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| The carrion call of nuclear winter rings in my eager ears
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| Ash like snow stains heaven’s tarnished gates
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| Above the entrance of a smoldering kingdom
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| My love raised as high as God nailed upon the cross
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| On mighty blood wings
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| Her crown adorned with the heads of priests, aristocrats, and oligarchs
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| Failed sons of lacerated sky
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| Incestuous rulers of ruin
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| Our great utopia of putrid democracy
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| We rage at it’s true face and smile as it’s death rattle shakes the earth
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| Mighty colossus of eternal wreckage stretched a thousand miles into the boiling
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| sea
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| And then I wake
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| Eyes forced to look upon reality
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| My heart is filled with fear
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| Meth town
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| Where I live there’s no chance
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| No future for these fucking kids
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| No hope
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| Only pills
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| Check by check
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| Day by day to the fucking grave
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| The air is thick
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| Can’t catch my breath
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| The heat dancing like devils on the pavement
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| I’m sorry, mama
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| I swear I’ll save you yet
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| Nine to five
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| Blood and sweat
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| Nothing left
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| I long for her to crawl down from the cross
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| Rest my weary head upon her chest
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| Somewhere inside I must be loved
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| Take me in your arms
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| Turn my flesh to Steele
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| My mind to super nova
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| My heart to stone
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| Eyes forever fixed toward your light
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| Saint of revolution and revenge
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| Angel of assassination |