Don't wait for, a knight in shining armor
Your savior's, reflected in the mirror
These flowers, have grown from bloodstains on the ground
Go rake them, leaves off your herbe and my grave
The fact is, everyone bleeds when they shave
There's no use, so don't deny we're just the same
We'll take it back (Broken Dagger! Southern Swagger!)
Voices of violence, voices of violence
We'll take it back (Broken Dagger! Southern Swagger!)
Voice of violence, voices of violence
These cowboys, will ride off in the sunset
Once their toys, have turned another profit
Backfire, these smoking pistolets will never rest
Unleash the,...
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