| The jackboots to the conscience
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| The gas lit mind restrained
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| Hearts ripped through flesh and bone
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| 'Til all dissent is tamed
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| Pounding thrusts of rifle stocks
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| The tear gas in your eyes
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| Cold grip of mortal fear
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| 'Til everyone is blind
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| The jackboots to the conscience
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| The gas lit mind restrained
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| Hearts ripped through flesh and bone
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| 'Til all dissent is tamed
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| Reaping thrusts of sharpened scythes
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| Tears shimmer in our eyes
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| Like broken glass in darkest nights
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| Intention is masked as lies
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| When we finally fall like Rome
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| How will we find our way back home?
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| Guided by the fires at night
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| Let burning bridges light the way
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| When we finally fall like Rome
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| How will we find our way back home?
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| Guided by the fires at night
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| Let burning bridges light the way
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| Somewhere between the heart and mind
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| There lives a savage beast
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| A part of man to understand
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| Which one can not defeat
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| It thrives upon the violence
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| It severs and it burns
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| Once it divides and worlds collide
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| The cycle will return
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| The jackboots to the conscience
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| The gas lit mind restrained
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| Hearts ripped through flesh and bone
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| 'Til all dissent is tamed
 | 
| Reaping thrusts of sharpened scythes
 | 
| Tears shimmer in our eyes
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| Like broken glass in darkest nights
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| Intention is masked as lies |