| This is a battle cry, this fucking war is mine
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| A war on apathy, the filth you love, the fucking swine
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| There’s no serenity, a fight that you can’t see
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| Boiling from underground, time to die, you’re going with me
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| Running down, running around, falling down
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| No one’s here to catch you
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| Running down, running around, falling down
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| No one’s here to catch you
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| This is a landslide, this victory is mine
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| Mountains from molehills, I draw the battle line
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| And with my final breath, I will still defy
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| One thing left to do, a final message, fuck you
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| Running down, running around, falling down
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| No one’s here to catch you
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| Running down, running around, falling down
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| No one’s here to catch you
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| You’re going down
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| You’re going down
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| Running down, running around, falling down
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| No one’s here to catch you
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| Running down, running around, falling down
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| No one’s here to catch you
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| Running down, running around, falling down
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| No one’s here to catch you
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| Running down, running around, falling down
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| No one’s here to catch you |