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Every day she fears her life will end
Every time the call rings they are late They never come quite in time to see his fist Leave its mark on the side of her disgrace They'll never charge him anyway and you know it Say we can't get involved today So where's the choice and who protects her now Bruised and battered the blood has stained her gown Useless screams for help can't save her now Choices rendered the house is burning down No one will ever understand cause they don't have to feel his crushing hands And the ears that ignored her screams before are now wondering what she did it for But with a bottle of kerosene she found her freedom And then burned the bastard to the ground and ran The fire will now wash away the blood on her white wedding dress |
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In a moment of weakness they've gone for the throat
Prayers answered for the ruling classes, and we swallowed them whole Heads down and hands up our need for safety has been hijacked again They've got their fingers on the pulse of our mourning with knives poised Decide- right now -which side you're on, invest our freedom in failure by design Hands tied with pleasure now we're choking on their cum Guided deception allegiance to a goal That never mattered until they told us so Blowback has blown back into our face and ignited a war On home turf between control and our free will lines are drawn Release the dogs, they've picked up the scent, moving in for the kill Unchained and hungry teeth ready to feast Release the dogs |
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In town for one night only lust, fame and a feeling of the holy
A new king is crowned for your delight yeah alright Single file it's just that easy…a mere man to adore, and believe me Soon you'll be screaming with delight Take it back before I fall I'm no hero Behind the curtain there stands a statue designed to sell as many as they want to The consequences aren't worth your time…we're divine A fresh idol for a suffering nation a clean lamb for your slaughtering elation Another victim of our need to be weak The lights are on the stage is set for failure In your minds I will burn in effigy forever Burn forever |