Land of treason, waste no reason We are breathing fire We're packs of dogs, we're enemies of men We are not desired Our faces show, we've grown cold
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Land of treason-waste no reason- we are breathing fire We're packs of dogs- we're enemies of men-we are not desired Our face show- we've grown cold-but
