Molotov Solution - The Blood of Tyrants

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As the days grow darker and the nights grow colder a sense of hopelessness
sinks in, slipping farther into our own living hell, betraying what the
prophecies foretell
How many faithful have died waiting for their savior?
How many faithful will die awaiting forever
Death is the standard by which the reality and depth of all things can be judged
Democracy becomes unholy when our hands are dyed red with innocent blood,
so let us stain them with the blood of tyrants
Violence, all this violence prevails, when democracy fucking fails
Pass your final judgment
Send us to death
We will stand and fight you 'til our last breath
Tell me do you value your life enough to fight that which threatens everything
we love?
Do you have the strength within enough to sacrifice everything to expose the
lies and rise above?
Death is the standard by which the reality and depth of all things can be judged
Would you die for what you believe?
Would you fight for that cause or fall to your knees?
Democracy becomes unholy when our hands are dyed red with innocent blood,
so let us stain them with the blood of tyrants
Tell me do you value your life enough to fight that which threatens everything
we love?
Do you have the strength within enough to sacrifice everything to expose the
lies and rise above?
Violence, all this violence prevails, when democracy fucking fails.
Fail!