Despite all the spiteful things I say, I still need this like the air I
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Breathe.
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Still need this to prop up these tired bones, cause my youth is leaving.
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Never to be seen again, stripped from me by time and pressure.
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So I bang the drum in a sound of declaration of war against the world that
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Is dark and calculated, like a killer in the shadows.
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Remove me from this calculation.
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This is a war so many will never know.
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Opposition to the world that is stark raving mad and cold.
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I'm scared this anger won't last much longer.
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Despite all the bullshit I say, I still need this to breathe life into me.
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Stoke the ashes, spark the flame, feed the fire, burn down the lies.
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Burn through this rhetoric, burn it all down.
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Face the world like a roaring blaze, before all the tears begin to turn
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Silent.
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Burn down everything that stands in our way.
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Bang the drum.
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The Sound Of Arson
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