| The innocence robbed at early stage
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| Bitterness alloys for the cage
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| Pain gives birth to pain
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| And hope gets smudged with bloodstains
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| Despise yourself to swell with pride
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| You think your hatred will win the prize
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| I smell a change with horizons
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| A face in your path now gone
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| It’s an attempt to deny
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| You’d better find an alibi
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| Spit in the face of mercy
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| And now the debt you owe will multiply
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| Blame everyone but yourself
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| While your so-called arguments tow the line
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| A twofold edge of hate spills emotions
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| That blind the public’s eye
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| With no claims to the life of a victim
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| Offenses a list of lost freedoms
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| Keep mocking
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| Keep mocking
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| Keep mocking to fill infectious lies
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| A bead of sweat drips cold from your brow
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| And it’s evident there’s more to fear
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| Here’s a response to that message of spite
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| That you’ve clung tightly to for all these years
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| The season is ripe for payback
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| And the time is right for settlement
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| The season is ripe for payback
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| And the hour is now for cancellation
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| The season is ripe for payback
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| As you hear the voice of reason
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| The season is ripe for payback
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| Understand that your comments are not forgotten
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| You don’t want to face the fact
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| That there’s a debt to pay
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| Blame everyone but yourself
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| But be careful what you asked for
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| 'Cause you’ve got your wish
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| With judgment, with payback
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| Liar
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| You’ve got a lot of nothing to say
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| You’ve got a lot of hate to spray
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| You’ve got a lot of nothing to say
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| Yet your life is the meaning of temporary |