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Born into I was raised in hell
A the dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind from sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working hero
breakdown
I once was but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland security could us all
My is zero
I never made it as a working hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
We are the class of, the class of 13
Born in the era of humility
We are the in the decline
Raised by the bastards of 1969...
My name is no one
The long son
Born on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of heroes and cons
That left me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A worker of pride
My debt to the status quo
The scars on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all that I have to show
...
I swalloed my pride
And I choked on my faith
I've given my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And my teeth
The of damage control
I've been to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of left over the grave
I sat in the room
Wasting my time
And waiting for Judgement Day...
I liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, dream
I can't even sleep
the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
heroes and cons
A the dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind from sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working hero
breakdown
I once was but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland security could us all
My is zero
I never made it as a working hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
We are the class of, the class of 13
Born in the era of humility
We are the in the decline
Raised by the bastards of 1969...
My name is no one
The long son
Born on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of heroes and cons
That left me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A worker of pride
My debt to the status quo
The scars on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all that I have to show
...
I swalloed my pride
And I choked on my faith
I've given my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And my teeth
The of damage control
I've been to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of left over the grave
I sat in the room
Wasting my time
And waiting for Judgement Day...
I liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, dream
I can't even sleep
the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
heroes and cons
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