Jewels drip red and I don't sound proud
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Treason is ambition I want dead procession
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All we got unholy left-overs of a compromise
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Leaving us like butterflies trapped in frost
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(Bow down)
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Ceremony rape machine
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Love won't corrode you
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Ceremony rape machine
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Love won't corrode you
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England's glory lives on in world wide genocide
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So celebrate Buchenwald as Her Majesty's heir
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Now an obselete face on a currency of illusion
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No matter what we own we can't buy freedom
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Ceremony rape machine
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Love won't corrode you
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Ceremony rape machine
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Love won't corrode you
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Throw myself against you cause you ain't frail
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Underneath silk riches sixty six million giving slaves
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The needle of religion's gonna rust my skin
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Tear out and exit obeyance of created sin
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Ceremony rape machine
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Love won't corrode you
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Ceremony rape machine
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Love won't corrode you baby
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Faces pressed at gates of anniversary torture
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Without these fake images we'd never bow down
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Don't need this history but we still accept
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Conscripted into a past that invents our guilt
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Ceremony rape machine
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Love won't corrode you
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Ceremony rape machine
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Love won't corrode you baby
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We Her Majesty's Prisoners
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