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The line has been crossed
In the form of a blade across your throat
Blood for blood, bucket by bucket -
We'll paint this place fucking red
Everyone's a fucking victim
There's no way out from this place
Where do you go when death forgets you
You have no place to call home
Experience desertion and solidarity
For every action there's a consequence
You thought it was bad before
There's no more progress
Redemption ceases to exist
Disease has covered the weak
The guilty walk the fuck alone
No matter how hard you try
You cannot wash this blood from your hands
