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Out of the shimmering bitterness |
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An escalation of violence |
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Born from discontent |
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Relentless ardor |
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And a broken faith |
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Fueling a specter of decay |
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As a call for change |
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Under leaders unsound |
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We stand in tatters and tears |
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Staring up to the skies |
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With all our hopes and fears |
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With severed hope |
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And social decay |
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Awaiting transition |
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On this crippled dogs day |
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In fate we trust |
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Bring it for me |
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We need to instigate |
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We need to aggravate |
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Though divided |
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May we be free men still |
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Let those bastards burn |
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And be damned if they will |
