Spineless bastards
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Blood caked bones to bang their drums
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Resonates in all of us as we dance like suckers
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In blind delusion
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Kissing the master's feet
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Kissing the master's ring
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Sacrifice ourselves and others to their charm
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We cheer with every bomb blast ripping through every village
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Mourning our parents of disemboweled children
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We split their faces
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We laugh in their faces
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Kill yourself with a noose of your own device
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Strangle off the flowers and leave the thorns to fight
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Let the peasants eat shit
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They're surely used to it
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Our lives grow on
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And when the next group of unfortunates get their turn at the gas chambers
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How loud will you cheer for the soldiers marching them on
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The rich stay rich
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And the poor die of quietly
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The power remains the same
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The Power Remains The Same
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| Boy Sets Fire |
