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Von : Lamb Of God
Now you've got something to die for.
Infidel, Imperial
Lust for blood, a blind crusade
Apocalyptic, we count the days.
Bombs to set the people free, blood to feed the
dollar tree
Flags for coffins on the screen, oil for the
machine
Army of the liberation, gunpoint indoctination
The fires of sedition
Fulfill the prophecy.
Now you've got something to die for.
Send the children to the fire, sons and daughters
stack the pyre
Stoke the flame of the empire, live to lie another
day
Face of hypocrisy, raping democracy
Apocalyptic, we count the days.
We'll never get out of this hole until we've dug
our own grave
And drug the rest down with us, the burning home
of the brave
Burn.
Now you've got something to die for.
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