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de Chasing Zeniths

Your pride
Is a dead giveaway
So let it be

Falling faster
Into the deep
You just let them sink
When will you think?
The sickness of poverty is becoming a plague
So stand your ground

While you sit there and prey on the weak
I watch the world I know crumble to my feet
What is it worth?
Why am I here?
If all you do is just let me bleed
Let me bleed

Break
Through your inner thoughts
Take
What you know is yours

Your pride
Is a dead giveaway
So let it be

Falling faster
Into the deep
You just let them sink
When will you think?
The sickness of poverty is becoming a plague
So stand your ground
Stand your ground
Stand your ground

Will you give back what you take away?
Will you let us claim what is rightfully ours?
Your pride
Is a dead giveaway
So let it be

Falling faster
Into the deep
You just let them sink
When will you think?
The sickness of poverty is becoming a plague
So stand your ground

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