Like a plague, flooding streets
Is the stench and blood of the innocent.
This is everything you've been dreaming of,
They still die for your benefit.

Our friends still die for debts you raise.
I'm not standing for all your fallacies
We're the living proof, of your treachery.

Your destroyer, hands soaked in blood and oil
War, Lies, They, Cry.
What's the reason for fighting
When there's no f___ing end?

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