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Blood stained faces bodies torn apart. Tear stained eyes and fists clenched longing for revenge. Bearded men gun - toting men chanting praises to their

PUNK IS FUCKING DEAD! and its been killed by spiky haired kids that are being filled with the idea that the world is beautiful and free but they've been

Why don't we see? we're enslaving ourselves while drowning in our luxury. Is it just me? Or do we take advantage or our privilaged society? why? it isn

6 billion minds, controlled by one 10,000 more, stare down the barrel of a gun annihilation by a system of our own design your definition of freedom,

from Egypt, up to Julius Cezar Had a piece of the globe, every continent Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America, Afghanstan Yo, there's Protestants

store your rust, Moth-eaten piles of blowing dust. Under the sands of the mighty Sahara, Goes our hero bold, in seach of gold, a casket for a dying world. Our hero

, she's a-dyin' and don't know it Now the many years she's been to sea She's seen the better times She gives a groan of protest As they cast away her

OWN COUNTRY, AND IT'S CATHOLIC AND REPUBLICAN AND FREE OTHER GIRL IT'S A PROTESTANT LAND MADE BY GOD'S PERFECT HAND, AND A PROTESTANT COUNTRY IT WILL

from Egypt, up to Julius Cezar Had a piece of the globe, every continent Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America, Afghanstan Yo, there's Protestants