BUT WHOS TO JUDGE THE RIGHT FROM WRONG

WHEN OUR GUARD IS DOWN I THINK WE'LL BOTH AGREE

CUSE VIOLENCE BREEDS VIOLENCE

BUT IN THE END IT HAD TO BE THIS WAY

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Standing here, I realize you were
Just like me trying to make history.
But who's to judge the right from wrong.
When our guard is down I think we'll both agree.
That violence breeds violence.
But in the end it has to be this way.
I've curved my own path, you've followed your wrath;
But maybe we're both the same.
The world has turned, and so many have burned.
But nobody is to blame.
It's tearing across this barren wasted land.
I feel new life could be born beneath
The blood stained

SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND

nanomachines son

Can't fret over every add-on!