To revolt is to conform
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The game of mine now it's rule
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The escape becomes the brig
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A step ahead - what was mine belongs to it
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Black blood of corruption, filled with hate
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Overflowing, pumping in my sickly veins
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Thickening and boiling, pressure of rage
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In a cage, life leading to rampage
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If I stop now, what will they do?
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Will they see, will they care?
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Rancor, anguish, suffering, dread
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Y marks this day: no more killing
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Anticipating, staring at the lens
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Praying for war, praying for death
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Wanting for pain, wishing to die, but speaking not
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In wait lie, In wait lie, reverse the curse, from the inside
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In wait lie, waiting to die, give me my war, cowards
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Praying for war... Praying for death...
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Wanting for pain... wishing to die...
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Minding the kills... Hearing the calls...
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Fearing no hell... In wait I lie so still...
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A grin besmears my clammy face
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As rain trickles down my slitdow
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The cold relieves my hot head
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At least I know they're coming
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In Wait Lie
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Axis Of Advance |