Ceremony - Walking Home | Текст песни

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I'm here to wrap my hands around society's neck. Slowly slip away against a lifeless grip. A long painful death is what you deserve, open your mouth, bite the fucking curb. Born into a vicious circle you learn to cut a the throat. Watching people lining up in tight single file rows. I still revolve around a world I choose to cut off. One nation under god over a burning cross.

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