| No contemplation, no need, no cause
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| It’s our distinction, it’s in our flaws
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| Not in presentation, it’s in our hearts
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| We don’t fit in, we’re unwanted parts
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| It’s called recognition
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| Living or dying
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| We’ll sing it, we’ll sing it all
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| We’ll sing the anthem for the lost souls
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| Dissemination, roll call, hands shown
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| We’ll gain momentum, our numbers grown
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| Without resignation, we choose our own
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| This is our path, no grave, no home
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| It’s called recognition
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| Living or dying
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| We’ll sing it, we’ll sing it all
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| We’ll sing the anthem for the lost souls
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| Wreck your life, some good friends once told me Each breath, each minute
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| We try our best to live this way
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| Yeah, we don’t reap, we don’t sow, yeah
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| We’re writing bangers for the death bros
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| We’ll sing it, we’ll sing it all
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| We’ll sing the anthem for the lost souls
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| We’ll sing it, we’ll sing it all
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| We’ll sing the anthem for the death bros
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| I’ll make this statement here
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| These are my undead brothers
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| These are my dearest friends
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| We don’t need your palace to weather this storm
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| We just fuel this fire so we can all stay warm
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| We’ll sing it, we’ll sing it all
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| We’ll sing the anthem for the lost souls
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| We’ll sing it, we’ll sing it all
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| We’ll sing the anthem for the death bros |