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What a world, the horizon It� s coming like a hell-bent killing machine Can� t afford to be the goddamn wreckage Burn it all again at a million degrees Calling all the adamant upper-level Undefeated counterfeit cunts with a reason to fear Throw away all the meaningless shit that� s clinging The enemy is here, i said stop Give it to 3 i� m going to show you how to do it if you know what i mean One by one against, give me the name All you shiny pretty never-wills ruined the game You hold all the keys so the chains shouldn� t hold you i know you heard me, i fucking told you Old does not mean dead New does not mean best No hard feelings i� m tired of being right About everything i� ve said Yours does not mean mine Kill does not mean die We are not your kind No excuses i challenge you to all out fucking life Drop that shit and put it on a pedestal Children are afraid of the gods Raise your hands and show me what� s impossible That makes us even, never tell me the odds What a bore, getting stuck in a metaphor i don� t want
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