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we are the underdogs of this era, the generation of incineration lying in the gutter like a ******* ***** rotton pup we are the hated of the created, a social distortion of abortion, the shouldve been gotten rid of make them regret, scream. Wreck, everything. a middle finger salute, paint the skies red dilute the cries of the undead with one of your own. **** YOU ***** tease. lyin 'bout your insecurities. done with your demise, not down with your lies. **** your vice. roll the dice, the odds are never in your favor what a contradiction, lying in the ditch with your homies who said "dudes, we'll run the world one day." swell, swollen eyes and blackened eyes, what the hell. allies with the unforgiven of who've never done a thing wrong. neck wrung. on the front lines with punks with tarred lungs. smoke, smoke, everything up in smoke. break martial law, get down on your knees and crawl toward unjustice and saw them to obliteration. ***** the nation. stumble with eyes wide  and watch the debris of your broken states crumble to the ground. make no sound. they know the noise of defeat. left foot, right. whos in control now. the rebels live. the rebels thrive. we are alive. rebels united.
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
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we are the underdogs of this era, the generation of incineration lying in the gutter like a ******* ***** rotton pup we are the hated of the created, a social distortion of abortion, the shouldve been gotten rid of make them regret, scream. Wreck, everything. a middle finger salute, paint the skies red dilute the cries of the undead with one of your own. **** YOU ***** tease. lyin 'bout your insecurities. done with your demise, not down with your lies. **** your vice. roll the dice, the odds are never in your favor what a contradiction, lying in the ditch with your homies who said "dudes, we'll run the world one day." swell, swollen eyes and blackened eyes, what the hell. allies with the unforgiven of who've never done a thing wrong. neck wrung. on the front lines with punks with tarred lungs. smoke, smoke, everything up in smoke. break martial law, get down on your knees and crawl toward unjustice and saw them to obliteration. ***** the nation. stumble with eyes wide  and watch the debris of your broken states crumble to the ground. make no sound. they know the noise of defeat. left foot, right. whos in control now. the rebels live. the rebels thrive. we are alive. rebels united.
sum 41 meets the legend series by marie lu
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
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