| Minds full of prophetical voices
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| One more martyr to the cause
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| Helplessly they throw bodies to the fire
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| Extreme is this nations impasse
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| Confronted by pure self preservation
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| These maggots of the desert have to die
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| They have to swear never to restore their faith
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| And bleed out before we ever negotiate
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| Entering the word as a mindless shell
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| To be the victim of holy persuasion we thought
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| Only to see value in truth
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| And disregard any and all imagination
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| Nomadic and detached from the world
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| Simple people with simple intentions
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| Peasants and surplus to life itself
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| A curse to be lifted by means of torture
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| He is a free man as much as we let him be
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| He is a subject to the will of wars
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| You cannot instill a sense of reality
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| To a man whose reality belongs to the next
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| We’ve built walls of human flesh
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| We’ve turned our skin to lifeless dust
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| And we’ve left our skies like burning red flame
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| And seen death on a scale of near apocalypse
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| We’ve left the sky burning like red flame
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| We are not to see ourselves as any different
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| As much as we mean it there is bloodlust
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| You’ve been swept away in twisted worlds
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| And felt the need for the blunt instrument
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| It is the gift of the politician in state
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| To create mistakes, to see all people accountable
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| It has been the way of things since the advent of war
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| To tally your people, to confuse and distort |