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From here to the cemetery, from here to the grave. How many did your
democracy save?
Clean slate, state oppression and yeah, once again, like a thousand times
before a thousand victims more. Take aim at the have-nots as always. And
once again freedom is being bought at the expense of truth.
Your beautiful world is dead.
- It will die a thousand times.
- I will watch it expire.
- It's time to kill this lie.
- It died a thousand times.
Blooded, pitch-black and yeah, we're tired of being expendable in their
community.And while you swallow every image they present.
We'll sing the songs to fan the flames of discontent.
