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Justify, as if it were our right to say |
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Now decide, which liar you trust and which one chose our fate |
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Fed in time as a choice we think we're making |
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It's the guns that we know versus the guns we never will |
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When illusions burn where will we be left standing |
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Still with the guns that we know versus the guns we never will |
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Pacify, with false hope of safety within |
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Never mind that they were never there where could we begin |
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Fed in time as a choice we think we're making |
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It's the guns that we know versus the guns we never will |
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When illusions burn where will we be left standing |
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Still with the guns that we know versus the guns we never will |
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We call upon god for which killing's permitted |
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And then brag out loud that our side made the grade |
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We better pray, with this as our position |
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Our wrongs don't come back and burn us down to the ground |
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And what gives us the right to judge without reprisal |
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To strike retaliation and wash our hands of blood |
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And who gave us the crown to claim that we're divine |
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Without needing repentance and drive them into hell |
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Fed in time as a choice we think we're making |
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It's the guns that we know versus the guns we never will |
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When illusions burn where will we be left standing |
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It's a devil that we know versus the devil that we kill |
