War Crimes - Fallout | Текст песни

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we've lived our lives as strangers to ourselves with
crowns of shame on our thrones of dirt i've
embargoed faith my ego revels in the filth of
animosity/self-dissolution enshrined in a willingness
to forgo verdure tiptoing over broken eggshells has
gotten so old how will you remain when your beckoning
folds

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