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Life and Death as the pendulum swings Back and forth the momentum wins The victim of change, Aesthetics of hate Gravitational, Force pushes us down Stop listen turn around Hatred spills the blood in town Screaming spells the loss of love Freedom slipping from the hand in a glove Dictatorship, Reside Revolution, Obide Nowhere left to hide Sandstorm growing at my door Slipping through the cracks Words born in anger fight back Muslim, Attack Caucasian, Relax World of Aggression never slacks Expectations devour Hate gives birth to our final hour Cant you see, This is it Human kind divided, Falling to bits No chance to cling together only blown apart By bombs bought from Martyrs In a War they claim they didnt start
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Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
The Division Bell
Life and Death as the pendulum swings Back and forth the momentum wins The victim of change, Aesthetics of hate Gravitational, Force pushes us down Stop listen turn around Hatred spills the blood in town Screaming spells the loss of love Freedom slipping from the hand in a glove Dictatorship, Reside Revolution, Obide Nowhere left to hide Sandstorm growing at my door Slipping through the cracks Words born in anger fight back Muslim, Attack Caucasian, Relax World of Aggression never slacks Expectations devour Hate gives birth to our final hour Cant you see, This is it Human kind divided, Falling to bits No chance to cling together only blown apart By bombs bought from Martyrs In a War they claim they didnt start
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Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
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