Walk away when you're angry
Raise, raise yourself, there's nothing to gain
Old, old enough to know the outcome
Blood, more blood, it's always the same
Aren't we cool and aren't we calm?
For facing death, we run it on
Aren't we cool and aren't we calm?
The God reserved for false alarm
Aren't we cool and aren't we calm?
For facing death, we run it on
Do what they say or they take it away
I'd rather be dead than carry on
Wait, but your lips don't be cursing
We must, we mustn't take God's name in vain
In vain, blunt your knife for the curtain
Impulse, impulses, you must revenge
Aren't we cool and aren't we calm?
For facing death, we run it on
Aren't we cool and aren't we calm?
The God reserved for false alarm
Aren't we cool and aren't we calm?
For facing death, we run it on
Do what they say or they take it away
I'd rather be dead than carry on
So I carry on with this burden
I can't remember anything
I can't be certain
Aren't we cool and aren't we calm?
For facing death, we run it on
Do what they say or they take it away
I'd rather be dead than carry on

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