Trophies Of Violence

Three years gone
 I'm still searching for the future of the broken young
 This isn't living it's surviving without hope, hold on
 Protect everything that you love and know
 We are all victims of our own evolution
 We suffer together but we all die alone
 We shame our nation while it's on its knees
 Stretched to breaking point with new disease
 Won't you sing this with me?
 We've strayed too far to be saved
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 I've been told
 The fastest growing sickness lives inside of me
 Cut or suffer beg or differ, can't you see?
 It's in the minds of the weak who think they're better than the shit we're living in
 Black our eyes
 Take our tongues
 We're paying for the way shit should've been done (fuck it)
 We're paying for the way shit should've been done and still we beg
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 But still we beg with our head in our hands
 To a myth with a message but no escape plan
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 Suffering show us what we should've done
 We're overdosed, we're overrun
 Our pride our triumph
 Trophies of violence
 Always deceived by a false allegiance
 To feed the ones that give in
 Tear down our idols
 Trophies of the violence
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 We're back to set the record straight
 We're rage romantic and we're full of hatred
 Some inspiration right now would suffice
 This whole world's dreaming of a better fucking life
 Thirsty parasites
 We're dead behind the eyes of mindless genocide
 Cannot stomach our vile pride, it tastes like shit
 But most of us don't care, and the rest will never hear this
 The flat line critical's
 We clot the bleed and cauterise just to get by
 Predisposed and true to form we rape the world of all it holds
 We gut the earth of all it has, call it hell when it can't give back
 We are a living abortion, a vile creation
 But let's make the best of a bad situation
 Let's make the best of a bad situation
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 Black our eyes
 Take our tongues
 We're paying for the way shit should've been done, fuck it
 We're paying for the way shit should've been done
 (You think we're nothing like these creatures)
 Suffering show us what we should've done
 We're overdosed, we're overrun
 Our pride our triumph
 Trophies of violence
 Always deceived by a false allegiance
 To feed the ones that give in
 Tear down our idols
 Trophies of the violence
 But it's not the end of the world, yet