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What are you if not alive
The dirt the roots had crept through
the roads I couldn't get too
The chances past me by
and the good times that left me out
I say fuck them
I'm not just another name on a registry
we are not just another number on a board
We are faces, we are love
better than all those above
who sold their souls and all our lives
for riches and plastic wives
I say fuck them all
Dragging my own name through the dirt
just so I can spit on yours
I am the tragedy, we are the left behind
but we will burn you down in ways you will never find
Using darkness as a shield
and dragon fire on battle fields
we burn the fuckers whole
the roads I couldn't get too
The chances past me by
and the good times that left me out
I say fuck them
I'm not just another name on a registry
we are not just another number on a board
We are faces, we are love
better than all those above
who sold their souls and all our lives
for riches and plastic wives
I say fuck them all
Dragging my own name through the dirt
just so I can spit on yours
I am the tragedy, we are the left behind
but we will burn you down in ways you will never find
Using darkness as a shield
and dragon fire on battle fields
we burn the fuckers whole
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