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    Outrage
    Fucking outrage
    Just give me something sharp and a name
    Okay, baby, okay
    You gotta calm down before you hurt yourself
    No, don't go on a
    Rampage
    Where's the cocaine?
    I wanna feel numb, but they won't let me have a gun
    No, there's
    Not enough freaks and not enough martyrs
    This is a call to the prince of the house of bastard

    Blackout
    Honey, is your memory lacking?
    Put your hands up, this is a hijacking
    'Cause if we play the game, then you'll change the rules
    It's about time we saw your downfall
    Downfall

    We're built to bend until we break
    Mmm, bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
    Bite your own tongue or bite

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    Decay, wretched decay
    All we ever do is wait, there's only so much I can take
    Okay, baby, okay
    Why don't you go and wash your hands
    When you were out you must have caught a little
    Bloodstain, fucking bloodstains
    There ain't no machine can get this shit clean
    So we're calling all freaks and calling all martyrs
    It's time to tear down the princes of the house of bastards

    Violence is the answer
    But I didn't ask a question
    When we were growing up
    We didn't understand the lesson
    The more we feel age
    The more we feel rage
    The more we feel rage
    The more we feel pain
    So we keep ourselves safe
    Defend our own space
    Become the definition of homemade grenades
    The more we feel age
    The more we feel rage
    The more we feel rage
    The more we feel pain
    But anyway

    We're built to bend until we break
    Mmm, bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
    Bite your own tongue or bite

    There's not enough freaks and not enough martyrs
    There's not enough freaks and not enough martyrs
    This is a call to the prince of the house of bastards
    There's not enough freaks and not enough martyrs
    This is a call to the prince of the house of bastards
    There's not enough freaks and not enough martyrs
    This is a call to the prince of the house of bastards

    You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
    You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
    You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
    You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
    Bite down
    You either bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
    Bite down
    Bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
    Bite down
    Bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet
    Bite down
    Bite your own tongue or bite down on a bullet

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