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The kids are all
Screwed up, tripped out
Fuckin' wastes of space
Free of remorse and guilt
Full of rage and disgrace

The kids are all
Washed out, messed up
Fuckin' pieces of shite
Free of emotion and fear
Full of anger and spite

I wave the black flag above my head
A signal to the lost kids, left for dead
They flock to the banner in the dark of night
Answer their calling, ready for the fight

I wave the black flag high above my head
A signal to the lost kids, left for dead
They rally to the banner, it's their last hope
Drown the world in blood, make it choke

The kids are all
Fucked up, worn down
Left in a drugged state
Free from pain and stress
Filled with evil and hate

The kids are all
Broke down, shook up
Caught in a crazed mind
Free from pressure and strain
They needed help, but never mind

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Written by Hooded
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