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So come and test me!
So come and break me,
So come on intoxicate me!
With hands tied behind my back I fight,
and wait for you to strike!

A new problem - we can't stop them!
We're outnumbered and uncautioned,
a rally cry ring out into the night.

So pride yourself on what you are!
And hold them all to words they can't take back!
I've seen a place,
(it comes) to me in dreams.
Where fires die,
but light still shines for us to see.

What did you have to say?
Give me your logic, your definition,
the words you twist to justify your position,
of mass starvation and blind airstrikes,
every problem is solved with a fight!
Peace won't be found, til' we're underground!
As long as we live without a sound.

So pride yourself on what you are!
And hold them all to words they can't take back!
I've seen a place,
(it comes) to me in dreams.
Where fires die,
but light still shines for us to see.

Would God bless a murder of the innocents?
Would God bless a war based on pride?
Would God bless a money-hungry government? No!
Would God bless our ineffective court system?
God, bless the sweatshops we run!
Would God bless America?
God, bless America!

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