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    You can only hold your breath so long
    Staring down the length of your lifeline alone
    You've put a price on your neck
    Loading the last of your ammo
    This streak of deceit ends now

    I've got five names in the grave
    You've got every reason to be alarmed
    When you see the fire in my eyes
    You'll know that it's the napalm
    Strike!

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    This is every man for himself
    There's no cowards way out
    This is every man for himself

    This is every man for himself
    There's no time to waste
    The next time you take a second to blink
    You'll wake up to sky and 30 rounds in the face
    There's no time to breath
    Every passing second is seconds closer to you bleeding
    I've got to clear my head
    This is a match to the death
    No turning back when
    It is every man for himself

    Your numbers up
    I've got the blood of eleven on my hands
    Time to sit back
    And watch the dogs tear apart the flesh of every man

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    Composition: The Crimson Armada

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