We greet each day with bloodshot eyes The dirt of our labor still clinging to our hands Filled with our warped intentions The tread of our shoes filled with foreign sands The sun laughs in all our faces It shows a world that we cant save So now, armed with blades in hand We cut a path from birth to grave We dont know where were going But we know that were getting there No rest For the blessed Long lives For the wicked Say hey We dont think like you think And we move like no one moves With a song on our lips, across the land Born to traverse We dont think like you think And we move like no one moves With a song on our lips, across the land Born to traverse We dont know where were going But we know, we will get there No rest For the blessed Long Lives For the wicked Say Like a car crash Like a landmine Like mixing drugs, we are dangerous Like a snakes tooth Like thin ice Like mixing blood, we are dangerous No rest For the blessed Long lives For the wicked Say Woo!
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