I fire my malice into the crowd
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Dispersing empty shells onto the ground
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Screaming as I sling my rosary
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Into the noose it has became to be
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I cannot monitor I cannot mute the screams
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I cannot recall the day
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That I broke free from my arrows and slings
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[Solo: Tony]
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This power hungry nation of fools
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Applies fabric of war to line the pockets of greed
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We lean on the broken bones of their simplicity
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And taunt the Jihad as we spit in the face of God
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Blasphemy I cannot mute the screams
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I cannot recall the day
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That I broke free from my arrows and slings
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We fight for the right to inhale
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We fight for the right to abort
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We fight for the right just to pray
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And these rights they will never extort
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I cannot monitor I cannot mute the screams
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I cannot recall the day
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That I broke free from my arrows and slings
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Justicia
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