| We won’t be led to slaughter
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| This is self-genocide
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| It’s the hand of the people that’s getting tenser now
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| And when we rise up…
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| Woo, I feel it coming down because
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| You lived your life in the sunshine
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| You bought your way out of Hell
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| You paid the toll with the souls of your people
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| Then you absconded to the tower up on the hill
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| Until way down in the valley
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| You heard a terrible sound
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| The killing noise that just followed you closer and closer
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| Until it found you out and read the charges that brought you down
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| You took the names of the masters
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| You burned your children for Baal
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| Hey, you sold your sons and your daughters for silver
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| And gave over everyone and everything for your will
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| You made a whore of the struggle
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| You made a joke of our shame
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| So this time we’re gonna break down the breakdown of meaning
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| This is a final execution
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| It’s our endgame
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| We won’t be led to slaughter
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| This is self-genocide
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| It’s the hand of the people that’s getting tenser now
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| And when we rise up…
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| Woo, I feel it coming down
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| When everything that was solid
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| Finally melts into air
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| And the champagne runs sour
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| Will we finally have your ear?
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| It should be murder for murder
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| For what you did to the cause
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| It should be straight retribution
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| But we’re your flesh and your blood
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| We’re your fate and your fortune
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| The promise you couldn’t keep
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| Reconcentration of power
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| The terror under the street
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| We are the fight for survival
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| The sum of all your defeat
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| The sum of all your betrayal
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| The love that you’d have to die just to feel
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| We won’t be led to slaughter
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| This is self-genocide
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| It’s the hand of the people that’s getting tenser now
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| And when we rise up…
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| Woo, I feel it coming down
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| «I'm not the pig» |