The fighting gloves are on
Load the guns
This fight will be through the death
Many walk to the stage to find there are no microphones...

My mouth is stapled shut
A bone of contention
Oh yeah
Watching the same animals I read about lead the pack with ease
Oh yeah
And if you're one of the honest few
Be ready for the smear campaign
Oh yeah
Guess what? You followed the wrong rules
A fact you'll never realize
Oh yeah

As I sit back and watch what you're doing
I can't help but feel betrayed already
Ignorance spreads this divide and this chasm is between us
This is where it's time to speak up about your treachery
It ends here and this lone cross bears witness
To the unsatisfactory approach that has been taken
This is where we lay down to rest
and tune into our own Post Death Soundtrack...

My mouth is stapled shut
A bone of contention
Oh yeah
Watching the same animals I read about lead the pack with ease
Oh yeah
And if you're one of the honest few
Be ready for the smear campaign
Oh yeah
Guess what? You followed the wrong rules
A fact you'll never realize
Oh yeah

Armour
Learning the preemptive art
Striking first and hardest
Settling the score

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