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Show your fucking face, bitch! |
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Execute the mass and spread your disease |
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It's time to fight back and rise to your feet |
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You will not believe what you can do |
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When you push and strike back |
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Power of peace concealed in a word |
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Give it up; give it all you got |
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Stitch face as they fall into their graves |
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When all the angels fall from the sky |
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And all the demons arise from the Earth |
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There will be a force to reckon with |
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And you will be destroyed |
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Kill them all; fuck them all |
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Leave no one alive; rape them all |
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We speak of the end; who's to live |
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Who's to die, we're sure to find out soon enough |
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The question is, when? |
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The power of peace concealed in a word |
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Give it up; give it all you got |
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Stitch face as they fall into their graves |
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Now I see it clear: An origin set in fear |
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We didn't ask for you; we sure as fuck don't need you |
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You're getting fucked up |
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We've stood the test of time |
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We've ran our fucking lives |
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We shut you out; stood our ground, yet we're still alive |
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Stand united; break the silence |
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We are taking it from here |
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We're coming up; we're breaking out |
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You've looked down on me |
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I'm coming down on you |
