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The world is my expense |
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It's the cost of my desire |
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Jesus blessed me with its future |
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And I protect it with fire |
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So raise your fists and march around |
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Just dont take what you need |
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Ill jail and bury those committed |
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And smother the rest in greed |
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Crawl with me into tomorrow |
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Or Ill drag you to your grave |
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Im deep inside your children |
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Theyll betray you in my name |
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Yea, yea, sleep now in the fire |
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Yea, yea |
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The lie is my expense |
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The scope of my desire |
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The party blessed me with it's future |
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And I protect it with fire |
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But I am the Nina, the Pinta, the Santa Maria |
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The noose and the rapist, the fields overseer |
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The agents of orange, the Priests of Hiroshima |
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The cost of my desire, sleep now in the fire |
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Yea, yea, sleep now in the fire |
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Yea, yea, sleep now in the fire |
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For it's the end of history |
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It's caged and frozen still |
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There is no other pill to take |
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So swallow the one that made you ill |
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The Nina, the Pinta, the Santa Maria |
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The noose and the rapist, the fields overseer |
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The agents of orange, the Priests of Hiroshima |
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The cost of my desire, sleep now in the fire |
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Sleep now in the fire |
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Sleep now in the fire |
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Sleep now in the fire |
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Sleep now in the fire |
