"To die hating them, that was freedom"

- George Orwell

Hey enemy
Hey misery
What�s it like
Talking to me?

Another faceless body
Smashed into the concrete
Dilapidated tint of the whole
Resume, renew the plenty reminiscent
Of a sacred, voided, aging goal
Keep this face in mind (I went too far)
Keep the stain in line (way too far)
A line that the mind of the hopeless deaf will know

It�s me against all of you
You�re too many I�m too few

From rapture to the rupture
Indulged in the futuristic tumor show
Set, draw, create, elate, terminate
From the dust and then the snow
Set to freeze then set to thaw
Set to live inside a flaw
An illuminating gesture to the lame

It�s mine
So vile
The past seems wasted
See my boiling hatred of this life

How you want to disown me
How you�re aching to be free of this
How you want to disown me
How you�re aching to be free of this
How you want to disown me
How you�re craving to be free
If this means so much then
Just stand up on your feet and kill me

Now I�m strong I�m back in the lead
And the herd is mine to control
Painless, fearless
All hell is to gain
Genocide takes my soul

This time around I�m the one with the gun
This time around I�m the one with the gun
This time around I�m the one with the gun
(haha)
This time around I�m the one with the gun
This time around I�m the one with the gun
This time around I�m the one with the gun
So run...

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