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[Music: Flynn, Lyrics: Flynn / Duce] |
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You tried to spit in the eye |
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Of a dead man's face |
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Attacked the ways of a man |
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Not yet in his grave |
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But your hate was over all too soon |
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Because nothing is over |
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And nothing's through, |
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Till we bury you |
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For the love of brother |
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I will sing this fucking song |
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Aesthetics of hate, |
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I hope you burn in hell |
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The words I read on the screen |
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Left me fucking sick |
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I felt the hatred rising |
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You son of a bitch |
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You branded us pathetic for our respect |
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But he made us Driven, |
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Such deep reverence, |
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Far beyond the rest |
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For the love of brother |
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I will sing these fucking words |
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Aesthetics of hate, |
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I hope you burn in hell |
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Yer! |
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[Solo: Demmel, Flynn, Demmel, Flynn, Flynn & Demmel] |
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Wow! |
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Long live memories |
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Live this freedom vicariously |
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Defend tenfold |
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His honor we'll always uphold |
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For the love of brother |
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I will say these fucking words |
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No silence against ignorance |
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Iconoclast, I hope you burn in hell |
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May the hand of god strike them down |
