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Like a plague, flooding streets

Is the stench and blood of the innocent

This is everything you've been dreaming of

They still die for your benefit

Our friends still die for debts you raise.

Im not standing for all your fallacies

Were the living proof, of your treachery

Your destroyer, hands soaked in blood and oil

War, Lies, They, Cry

Whats the reason for fighting

If there's no fucking end?