In your city built with concrete and lies.
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We have slaved away so lifeless.
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With every breath a compromise.
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So sickened by your process and our pain.
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Plague by the fear of a tomorrow,
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another day in vein, we can throw all this away.
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Trading our sorrow for sin.
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We can throw all this away.
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For too long we have starred.
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For too long we have fucking stayed so blind to every instinct as you paved the way.
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So tomorrow we will take back every year you stole from us,
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and every night silently desperate and hopeless.
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Every dream never realized, and every tear shed from these eyes.
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We will sin and you will suffer.
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We will set fire to your machines.
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We will put life back into hearts and you will suffer.
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We will run life through our veins and you will suffer.
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Passion will be found in time, and your world will fall behind us.
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Under your dark polluted skies, we may live as the damned.
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But our essence and soul and freedom will unfold.
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And only in death shall we see the end.
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For as long as the light of the sun still dances across every sea.
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We will know there is something to live and die for,
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and we will know every breath to be free.
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The Use Of A Weapon
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| Between The Buried And Me |
