For the thousands of souls
Rest in tournament
And the thousands of those yet to fall
How much longer must we persist
Stack their bodies
Masquerade and defecate the innocent
For your own self advancement
We reside in a land of guiltless fate
Where the blood soaks our hands
Choking false ideals unto dismemberment
Now's the time
Crunch your hopes inside your skull
To welcome this sense of digress
I tear you limb from limb
As I tear you, you from this
As I tear you apart
You think you could try to escape
A pile of guts you'll remain
A pile of guts you'll remain
A pile of guts you'll remain
Obliterated by the rules of engagement

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