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I've killed myself I've been born again,
With razor fangs for these bitter men. I'm filled with rancor for my fate, I've clothed my soul in these rags of hate. As I fall down on these bloody knees, Perception shattered, now I see. Intoxicated in hindsight, I'm going to get you on the flipside. on the flipside. on the flipside. on the flipside. on the flipside. on the flipside. on the flipside. I'm going to get you on the flipside |
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The desire for power leads to corruption
We must take back what is ours The time is now This is a call to arms All soldiers report to the front line Corruption... |
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