| We’re hitting down, hot molded steel
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| You know we warned you before
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| Black iron rods, fly through the night
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| Striking down all the doors
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| Too late to change all your stories
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| You never said what you didn’t feel
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| This time we want all the glory
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| It will be ours beg, borrow or steal
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| Breakin' down the barricade
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| Under all this strain you’ll break
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| Breakin' down the barricade
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| Chances are, we’re not too late
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| On red alert, be on your guard
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| Bleeding sirens scream through the night
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| Onwards we march in fashion
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| Never resting, armed for action
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| Hour glass runs dry, fuse runs short
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| Too late to change all your stories
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| You never said what you didn’t feel
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| This time we want all the glory
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| It will be ours beg, borrow or steal
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| Breakin' down the barricade
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| Under all this strain you’ll break
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| Breakin' down the barricade
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| Chances are, we’re not too late
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| And when it falls
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| On your knees, crawl
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| Pleading as the walls crumble in
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| Too late to fight
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| But it’s alright
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| When the whip comes down, your world caves in
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| Breakin' down the barricade
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| Under all this strain you’ll break
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| Breakin' down the barricade
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| Using it to seal your fate
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| Breakin' down the barricade
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| Under all this strain you’ll break
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| Breakin' down the barricade
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| Chances are, we’re not too late
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| Breaking down the barricade |