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Resist Stance
00:52
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The oath we inherit
Live to die with one promise to carry
The truth – stick to it
Set in stone, cut in flesh
Resist to exist
Forever defiant – a life time of non-compliance
Of truth – held and honored
No middle ground, no return
I will die to have it confirmed
Resist to exist
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Shamed or Honored
01:54
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When your battle luck is exhausted and fortune spent
When your will is all that is left, will it be sufficient?
How strong is your determination to fight?
Will you shamefully carry defeat to your grave?
Fall down, stand up - in honor’s name!
How strong is your determination to fight?
Faithful – those who choose to rise
From social decay and humiliating blight
Tempered by social norms despised
Steadfast however stigmatized
How strong is your determination to fight?
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Condemned Evasion
01:17
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I see it all for what it is
No compromising my clear-minded promise
Your unfulfilled sobriety
is stumblefuck clarity
Freed your blood from poison but
Your scripture’s just another crutch
I’m a total fucking realist
With everything I have dismissed
I must condemn your evasion
I see it all for what it is
No compromising my clear-minded promise
A good for nothing atheist
A sunken, wasted scientific gift
You see religion as a fraud
And bow down to your bottled god
I’m a total fucking realist
With everything I have dismissed
I must condemn your evasion
Here’s my damnation
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Stop the Bleed
02:07
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Perpetrators of this heinous crime
Your barbaric paradigm
No conscious to invoke
Knowingly ruined lives
Can’t let it slide
Sent the devils to the gallows
Let them swing from the wretched rope
Sound the bells of dignity
Round up all the guilty
The wound is cauterized
Take back the property
Once shared commonly
The wound is cauterized
The bleeding stops when we incriminate
The greedy fucks who held the knives
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Correction
01:31
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Drug culture vultures prey on the weak
Exploiting the cracks of our society
Correct your mistakes, disavow, there is no sympathy
When you fall down to your own fucking greed
Your friends are dying in numbers but you won’t learn the lesson
Celebrate your own fucking funeral procession
Correct your mistakes, disavow, there is no sympathy
When you fall down to your own fucking greed
Correction!
No sympathy!
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