Bloodshed starts twisting and raging
Driven by dirt hidden inside
Fear turns to hatred the core depraved
Desperate people ready to join the lines
Oppose
Divide
Confront
Collide
Far from regret intolerant, enraged
Self justified
Their bloody slogans fuel the hate
And all that's left is dead bodies for the flies
Oppose
Divide
Confront
Collide
Diseased machinery, blinded masses
Still upholding the cruel and insane
A vicious circle clouds their minds
And no one will ever stop their violent reign
Oppose
Divide
Confront
Collide
Collide
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