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You are just like me Trying to make history
But who's to judge The right from wrong
When our guard is down I think we'll both agree
That violence breeds violence
But in the end it has to be this way
I've carved my own path
You followed your wrath
But maybe we're both the same
The world has turned
And so many have burned
But nobody is to blame
Yet staring across this barren wasted land
I feel new life will be born
Beneath the blood stained sand
Beneath the blood stained sand
If it's too much trouble then don't worry about it; as we all know that Armstrong is always perfect
"Standing here I realize you are just like me trying to make history. But who's to judge the right from wrong? When our guard is down I think we'll both agree that violence breeds violence, but in the end It has to be this way.
I've carved my own path, you followed your wrath, but maybe we're both the same. The world has turned & so many have burned, but nobody is to blame. Yet starring across this barren wasted land I feel new life will be born, Beneath the Blood Stained Sand! (x2)"
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NANO-MACHINES SON