LYRIC

Sharpen your teeth and bare your knuckles
We’ve got nothing to lose
Among our fears, a growing intent: to rid ourselves of our contempt

We’ve been sleeping all these years
Let this be a call to hone our spears
And to all of those who are left behind: remember that I’ll always weep for mankind

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