Their all dead
Another blind eulogy
I blacked out at the right time
I blacked out and still I saw everything
On that day it was another day
Burn now for the righteousness in you
Hands off of what you cant do
We bring an offering to
Let both side die
Never want to feed this hatred longer
Suffocating
From which we will rise
We burn this time
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