I smell your rot a mile behind
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You've destroyed these lives so I
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Have made your grave with the dogs
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By grace our paths have crossed
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And all tolerance is lost
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What is the price on your head?
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I'll take it with these hands
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Rip flesh from bone and claim what we own
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For every generation there comes a time
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To join the gray or become what is right
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You stayed in shadows and preyed on the blind
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You're cyanide
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Father, You know I'm seeking honor
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Wanting life for my brothers
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I will fight, the ones who stole the sun and left us night
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They're cyanide
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Father guide my hands
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And I will cleanse this land
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End the enemy
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The innocent be freed
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You and me
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I fight for fathers daughters, sons and mothers
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Raped and murdered, bound and tied
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You came inside
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You took their lives
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Yeah I pray...I pray you die
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So I will fight the decadence that leeches our innocence
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They're cyanide
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The Cleansing
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| Nothing More |
