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Hate city rivals first pulse and then freakola
Dreaming of redemption, no end
To the living edit, the sound of amputation
Or the centrifugal pull of an endless bend

Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down

There's a shimmering dog, sayin' danger what's at work here
The in growing twitch of faceless laughter
A cause without end to serve forever
The missionary madness of the sacrificial lamb

Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king

On the hero's tomb is written
Not what he was but what he should've been
And nothing you can do will change the circumstances
Just a mild infuriation with statistics of sin

Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down

Circular lie in a calibrated order
Weathering time with salt an' water
Tears that you cry are your endeavor
To break into the madness of imaginary lines

Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Hate city rivals first pulse and then freakola   Dreaming of redemption, no end   To the living edit, the sound of amputation   Or the centrifugal pull of an endless bend      Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down      There's a shimmering dog, sayin' danger what's at work here   The in growing twitch of faceless laughter   A cause without end to serve forever   The missionary madness of the sacrificial lamb      Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down   Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down   Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down   Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king      On the hero's tomb is written   Not what he was but what he should've been   And nothing you can do will change the circumstances   Just a mild infuriation with statistics of sin      Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down   Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down   Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down   Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down      Circular lie in a calibrated order   Weathering time with salt an' water   Tears that you cry are your endeavor   To break into the madness of imaginary lines      Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down   Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down   Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down   Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down   Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down   Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down