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34 lines
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This soul was born for battle, my heart was built for war
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These eyes see through the lies, filled with disgust.
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Strip back the utopian rhetoric and you'll find a sickness at the core
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A septic carcass, rotting out, filled with disgust.
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We are the dead, empty lives, empty heads
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Guilty is as guilty fucking does, filled with disgust.
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All we have to believe are the lies that they feed us
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All we have to choose is the right to obey.
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Pray this time will be our mark on history,
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When the shadow games and agendas are wiped the fuck away.
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There is no such thing as "different shades of truth"
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It's black or white, do or die, filled with disgust.
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You tie your noose with your lies, but the world keeps turning
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"Swing low", we cry, but the world keeps turning, turning without you.
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It keeps turning without you.
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'Cause all we have to believe are the lies that they feed us - born for battle!
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All we have to choose is the right to obey - built for war!
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This soul was born for battle, my heart was built for war.
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Built for fucking war.
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This heart was built for war.
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Swing! x14
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Motherfuckers, oh! End it!
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Built for war, built for fucking war!
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Name Swing
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Artist Parkway Drive
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Album Atlas
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