Bullets*In - Fifth Column | Текст песни

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burn under fire
a sentiment alive
buried in our disillusion
the medium itself
narcotics of our own distraction

now!

sever ties
and fuck the recognition
a well of discontent
purged with retribution

your artifice of achievement


something
something found
something still
in the underground

we can galvanize
a spirit left behind
and fuck their compromise
all they left behind

it's too late to pull our irons from the fucking fire

something
something shoved down
something still
in the underground

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