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a kind of niche audience.
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are you watching?as i make my great escapadedo you hear the storiesis it too late?im waitingfor a sign froman old friendgrowing upwasnt supposed to be..
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their return of powerthey've found us to blameblood showerswe can play in the rainwith sweat and lovei'll dance illsome streetsthe end is nearall will..
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where is your pride?point to it.is it with your sodden entrails?within your carcass it resides?is it laying with your bones,in a shallow mass grave,a ..
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when existencecomes to rebellionwho's to blamewhen the rain comes near who's to blamewhen the war is overevery hotlines deadpromise to not stay sober ..
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dont look upwhilst in a nightmareif you saw heavenwhy are you scaredit was obscenevisceral, bloodysomething too realto ever be called a dreamwith eyel..
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if america diesi will hold her tightand tell her "i love you"we dont know whybut some hell's in our sightswe dont understandwe'll give to the manthey'..
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i am a chain.with irony links of fate,my father's hands,my mother's eyes.destined to be severedand welded again.yet the forge's steel,remains the same..
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from veinsfar below the dead earthbinary signalsmake up my soulan ancient yellowed modemi relay, hissing anyinherent connectionin an abandoned data mi..
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its been forever,before eye to eye.losing face, representssuch lowly lives.so with your dagger,knash into my bones.my blood an apology,not the same on..
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