Don't wait for, a knight in shining armor
Your savior's, reflected in the mirror
These flowers, have grown from bloodstains on the ground
Go rake them, leaves off your grass and my grave
The fact is, everyone bleeds when they shave
Theres no use, so dont deny we're just the same
We'll take it back (Broken Dagger! Southern Swagger!)
Voices of violence, voices of violence
We'll take it back (Broken Dagger! Southern Swagger!)
Voice of violence, voices of violence
These cowboys
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