Rising up above this wickedness
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And unfazed by your endless myths
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Hands all around reach to slow him down
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He's all about this sound
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We aren't playing by your rules
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We'll never play the fools
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So, now, you cannot take what's inside of me
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All about the sound from way out
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He's got the scars just to prove he's "down"
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No apologies to confuse his brain
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His argument is sustained
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He's walking, non-stopping out of the shadows
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Sounds of the new-he's got a look in his eye
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(that says) There's something more than you're feeding him
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He's not afraid to say...no
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You're talking, non-stopping echoing voices
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But nothing you said made a dent in my head
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I'm hearing you fearing him 'cause he's not afraid
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He's not about bowing down to what you say
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You hate us 'cause we'll never go away
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And like some sort of fungus we're growing everyday
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And our knuckles aren't dragging so I guess that leaves to say
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Our message isn't stopping until you drag us all away
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Hear the silent ignorant voices spew:
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"You're all a pack of disoriented youth"
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He lives to see the day those vices end
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But until then I'll send this...
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Off to you
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Stain's Theme
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| Project 86 |
