the day I die Rebel souls, deserters, we've been called Chose a gun and threw away the sword Now these towns, will they all know our name? The Death Punch sound is
Another day in this carnival of souls Another night's sands end as quickly as it goes The memories are shadows, ink on the page And I can't seem to find
space Lay down, not in this life or another Deny me, if it's not your way All I wanted was your honesty Something more than this, something more than me Death
I'm growing so disturbed Nothing makes sense to me anymore I'm learning to resist Becoming more than you ever were Can't explain what's come over me,
, it's war for money No one gets left behind, drink from the golden cup No one gets left behind, you're time is coming Play your war games with other
Twisting and turning, unable to sleep Will the voices ever stop? My thoughts speak louder the more I resist And they're driving me insane, do they ever
You can take the money, you can take the ride You can take it all but never get inside You can't take my honor and you can't take my soul You can't take
on yourself Just walk away, please release me from this hell Just walk away, there's just nothing left to feel Just walk away, pretend that none of this is, none of this is
Falling in hate with you and more and more every day Falling away from this in every way Is it right? Is it wrong? You and I don't belong Falling in
got nothing more to say Do you take me for a fool? How's it feel to be a tool? To me you're just a cancer Motherfucker, war is the answer, the answer
You think you know me, you don't know shit I've seen the world through your eyes and it makes me sick I question all of your answers, they're fucking
I'll be there soon enough The widow's life ticks up like clockwork A thousand tears she's cried a hundred times before But now that he is gone she's
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Cause i do not give a shit Do you take me for a fool? How's it feel to be a tool? See to me your just a cancer Motherfucker war is the answer As of
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behind (Its all for money) No One Gets Left behind (drink from the golden cup) No One Gets Left behind (Your Time Is coming!) Play your war games, With
I'll be there soon enough A widows life ticks out like clock work A thousand tears she's cried a hundred times before But now that he is gone, she's