I hear them chanting again
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I hear them crying out loud
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I see the masses fall away
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This bitter war has begun
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I hear the children cry for food
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Their fathers have left them all for dead
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Their mothers broken empty
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For a bride groom on it's way
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Chorus:
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And we're running out of time
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We're running out of time
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Getting closer to the edge
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We're running out of time
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There's a fountain filled with blood
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Poured from the veins of unborn children
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The massacre is endless
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And we watch them fade away
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I hear them screaming save the trees
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But we'd kill a generation to suit our own needs
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What are we ending up to be
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A nation in bondage that claims we are free
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Out Of Time
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| Seventh Day Slumber |
