But I've got the feeling that he's never gonna die With hand on mouth we can't complain
But I've got the feeling that he's never gonna die With hand on mouth we can't complain
Think you've got every right To you we're all the same Just know you'll never gain
Why tie my hands behind my back you savior? Why fight me when I can't fight back?
Bring "“ bring your knife Bring your weapons to kill all the peace that we tried to survive Try to kill all the killers and maybe the violence will die Cleanse the past and its evils and maybe the violence will die
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