We are given this knife, now we're taking their life
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The pact is made;
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We sold our souls for nothing more
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The strands of life were once frayed
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And now we're sacred and afraid
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Living out the dreams that seem to be delayed
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Que somos libres pero un cancer
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You say that you have found the answer
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The future's not for me in your society
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The light you see is never what it seems to be
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Confusion, ilusion
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The nation that you took from me
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Is one in which I won't burn
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Because you won't learn that this is my
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Turn to return
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You can't sell us what you steal
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We won't buy what isn't real
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Our lives aren't secure;
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Our hearts won't endure
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Fuck you and your¡¦WAY!!
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Y mi futuro es Negro, que yo soy un peligro
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The vision that is sold
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Just never seems to grow
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The life that you cannot mold
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Tu dices que es tu dolor
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The fact is played, the story's old,
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I'm fucking cold
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To be like you and have your actions
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To buy into the new perceptions
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Of how my life should be, the vision I
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Should see
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The future and the light is not what seems
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To be
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Confusion, ilusion
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The nation that you took from me
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Is one in which I won't burn
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Because you won't learn that this is my
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Turn to return
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You can't sell us what you steal
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We won't buy what isn't real
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Our lives aren't secure;
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Our hearts won't endure
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Fuck you and your¡¦LIFE!!
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Fuck you and all your ways
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Revolucion...Revolution!
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Revolucion...Revolution!
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Revolution/Revolucion
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Ill Nino |