Find myself through sight of a gun and selling war never looked so fun
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stand in line for the latest attraction dressed up murder like its hip
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and in fashion
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walked in like we owned the place ? bright light corpse
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trigger pressed down sweat is cold ? I¡¯m not here
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bodies burn with babies in their arms ? love as trash
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hope is where the heart can die ? what we bring
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son into heir they made my bed to lie¡¦ roll the die¡¦a far cry
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finding ways to be a god ? where¡¯s my gun
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where the blood can drown my soul ? rain down fire
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all I wanted was destination ? all I got
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all I got was all I gave ? hope as shit
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give up because you¡¯ll never justify the blood on your fingers
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the bullshit look of concern
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the cover ups lies and the bloated corpse of a system that is begging to burn
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surrender
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A Far Cry
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Boy Sets Fire |