Our fears ring true
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We're on a march towards the end
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Cover my eyes
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But I still hear the deafening drums of war
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Onward every twisted spoke
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Let's make history
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Let's make history stop
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When there's nothing left
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We'll be fed our father's dreams
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And I find every time I face this skyline
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I picture it in ruins
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It's not going to stop
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Our fears ring true
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We are numbered with the dead
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When I finally come apart
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Every piece will melt holes into the streets
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Onward every twisted spoke
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Let's make history
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Let's make history stop
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When there's nothing left
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We'll be fed our father's dreams
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We can't let it happen like this
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Burn it down
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Burn it to the fucking ground
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It's not going to stop
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Set In Motion
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Misery Signals |