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By Protest the Hero, Enemies of Khanate strung on hooks
Like pigs to slaughter, heads
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By Protest the Hero, Thus now, he knelt before the ruins
Cold of sweat, heat
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By Protest the Hero, Take everything your parents taught you
Throw it to the dogs
It's
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By Protest the Hero, Oh God
The sound they must have heard in the distance
A
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By Protest the Hero, Split the sky asunder, a noble huntress of the clan
In
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By Protest the Hero, As often as always
Evolution comes crawling from the sea
Alive with
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By Protest the Hero, Did you come here to kill or did you come
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By Protest the Hero, Endowed with the art of casting
Names upon its beings
The humans
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By Protest the Hero, Down the street half a block away
In a familiar place
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By Protest the Hero, Chews the fat with his creator
Over breakfast in the sunlight
Though
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By Protest the Hero, Don't ever ask us to define our morals
Sometimes when fundamentals
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By Protest the Hero, We woke up as men but tonight we'll sleep as
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By Protest the Hero, Well, place your justice in my palm
And then I'll make
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By Protest the Hero, This morning there's no rods or staffs to comfort you
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By Protest the Hero, They called me the man with the blood of Christ,
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By Protest the Hero, The day civil glory dismembered my civility
I could have parted
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By Protest the Hero, I'll burn all the lives of this angel Illuminati
When St.
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By Protest the Hero, "Kezia, my darling, please never forget
This world's got the substance
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By Protest the Hero, Better think of my answers now because I know the
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By Protest the Hero, Do you remember how it was when you bled?
When you
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By Protest the Hero, Religion is killing all over the place,
everyone is striving to
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By Protest the Hero, Tonight I sat alone on the steps and stared into
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By Protest the Hero, Blood stained faces bodies torn apart.
Tear stained eyes and fists
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By Protest the Hero, We woke up as men but tonight, tonight we'll sleep
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By Protest the Hero, PUNK IS FUCKING DEAD!
and its been killed by spiky haired
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By Protest the Hero, Compassion is shit,
Soft-spoken words and a look of concern.
The fire
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By Protest the Hero, So it starts, from one impurity held in place by
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By Protest the Hero, Is anybody there?
is anybody listenin?
does anybody care?
can you actually say
that
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By Protest the Hero, why don't we see?
we're enslaving ourselves while drowning in our
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By Protest the Hero, So much time slipped away as if it meant nothing