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conquistadors
01:21
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We can't breath. We don't know sleep. Choking to death on reality. Bit off more than we could chew. Black air and dust, over people you never knew. Will those bullets change their minds? We celebrate genocide. All your fault.
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bodybagged
02:37
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Eternal decay, waste yourself again. Turned backs are walls that i don't climb. Pity was lost long ago. Another head without a home. The fan's been stained with shit. We all sit helpless.
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exodus
00:39
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standing at the door
02:50
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Taking down the pictures. Corruption they defined. I can't turn around. I hold closely to these signs. And i still manage to show my teeth through the jealousy and spite. I still tell myself that i'm alright. Nothing seems to matter anymore. We've been told to leave but we're just standing at the door.
Bitterness and malice run through our once conjoined veins. We stare into our eyes and feel a lack of what was there. I want this fight to end, but i can't pull myself to the task. I can't do shit to fix this but i'm the weak one so you can. You don't need this. You don't need me.
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