All That Remains - Victim of the New Disease Lyrics
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Victim of the New Disease
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What Are The Lyrics For Victim of the New Disease By All That Remains?
Showdown losing ground
They'll drag you when you're not around Lip service to human rights Faceless, arrogant This lie is not an argument So don't go down without a fight They've been wrong all along So please start thinking for yourself Don't let them cross that line They're not your fucking friends Breakthrough don't construe 'Cause liberals get the bullet too They add one more to the pile Instigate, dominate The end will simply immolate The whole world thrown to the fire They've been wrong all along So please start thinking for yourself Don't let them cross that line They're not your fucking friends On your knees it guarantees A victim of the new disease The same old one as before Spread fear commandeer You see their tactics crystal clear They shove your back to the wall They've been wrong all along So please start thinking for yourself Don't let them cross that line They've been wrong all along So please start thinking for yourself Don't let them cross that line They're not your fucking friends |
Who Wrote Victim of the New Disease By All That Remains?
Philip Labonte, Michael Francis Martin, Jason M. Costa, Aaron Gregory Patrick, Daniel Laskiewicz, Oliver Herbert
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What's The Duration Of The Victim of the New Disease By All That Remains?The duration of Victim of the New Disease is 2:58 minutes and seconds. |
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