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In the Never Ending Cirle Where The Powerless Meet There Grows a Struggle From The Burden Of Sustaining Defeat In The Face Of Every Coward Lies The Blindest Of Hate And In The Eyes A Sharpened Image Of The Damage They Made You Look At Me To Bear The Burden Of The Suffering Past It Wasn't Me Behind The Veil Of A Heartless Mask And Where Were You The Day That Everybody Cursed Your Name? You Were The Distant Voice Of Pride That Never Stood The Shame The Weak Of The Mind Will Use Fist And The Fist Of The Frail Will Bring Gun The Loudest Of Guns Provoke Bombs And In The Wrath He Will Chase Until It's Done Your History Is Dead Dead Wrong Dead! Dead Wrong Your Philosophy Is Dead Dead Wrong Dead! Dead Wrong Your History Is Dead Dead Wrong Dead! Dead Wrong Your Philosophy Is Dead Dead Wrong Dead! Dead Wrong Within The Mind Of Modern Culture There's An Idle Cog It's The Section Of Humanity That Never Forgot And In The Midst Of Moving Foward We Have Given The Right To Let The Wolves Attack The Sheep And Bury Guilt Inside I Won't Forget The Twisted Picture Of The Filth That We Were Or Disregard The The Faded Voices Of The People We Hurt But I Was Never Pulling Triggers Or Disregarding Your Face Don't Look At Me I Have No Reason For The Pain That You Trace The Weak Of The Mind Will Use Fist And The Fist Of The Frial Will Bring Gun The Loudest Of Guns Provoke Bombs And In The Wrath He Will Chase Until It's Done Your History Is Dead Dead Wrong Dead! Dead Wrong Your Philosophy Is Dead Dead Wrong Dead! Dead Wrong Your History Is Dead Dead Wrong Dead! Dead Wrong Your Philosophy Is Dead Dead Wrong Dead! Dead Wrong The Scars Outlive The Pain Reflections Will Remain The Scars Outlive The Pain Reflections Will Remain The Scars Outlive The Pain Reflections Will Remain The Scars Outlive The Pain Your Sickness Will Remain Dead! Dead Wrong! Dead! Dead Wrong! Dead! Dead Wrong! Dead! Dead Wrong! Dead! Dead Wrong! Dead! Dead Wrong! Dead! Dead Wrong! Dead! Dead Wrong!