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With a sickening sound our denial crumbles around every aspect of our darkening lives where we all have too long watched in quiet disgust kept in a cage and pacing, hoping and waiting we're running out of excuses and we know it's true I, I disown the prophecy: entitlement to rule for I belong to no nation, no idol, no gods, no masters scraps of silver our rewards for submission for all the risks you've taken all solidarity to those that give resistance we are right behind you and we are legion call it what you will this is a war this is a war Letras de cancioneswe seek the keys to our prison doors this is a war call it what you will this is a war we're running out of excuses this is a war From Letras Mania