The Martyr Index the deserter

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Looking through the cracks at the whitened, bloody corpses 

Of the children who came to hide from our superior morality

With my stomach turning like the blade of a blender
I force it back inside me

I beamed my pride vociferously, but I still eat their agony - oh!
We keep on telling ourselves that we're so fucking civilized

And that every action we take is somehow something we can justify 

But I know why those rockets fire, ‘cause I've seen life inside the wall 

And you know it don't leave any of us with much of an alibi at all
I've got to get right out of here

Just pack my shit and disappear 

Gotta get right out of this place

Find my self in another space
And for a holy land a true saint is so hard to find

We’ve got the bloody truth dripping down our fingers and it don't feel right

You can dedicate this hate to whatever you need to make you feel OK

But I've got no more inside of me and I've just got to get away
I've got to get right out of here 

Just pack my shit and disappear 

Gotta get right out of this place

Find my self in another space
I've got to get right out of here 

Just pack my shit and disappear

Gotta get right out of this place 

Find my self in another space 

I've got to get right out of here

Just pack my shit and disappear

Gotta get right out of this place 

Disappear without a trace!

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