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How did you get this far you're nothing we will rise above
Leaving trails of dead in our wake
Opening eyes destroying senses the darkest days will be our rise
Ripping heads from the weak severed
Don't turn your back on me coward face up
Your fucking weak now kneel beg me to spare your life
Make progress by termination one by one they drop like flies
No one will morn No one will morn