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I Hate Sally



Sickness Of The Ages



Wake Up Screaming





There was no escape



It was no passing phase for the thousands held at gunpoint



Digging their own graves



Or for those used to fuel the fires



Or as slaves in factories



Or those dying for an empire that would crumble to its knees







Do you see their bloodied faces when you close your eyes?



Or hear their breaking voices begging for their lives?







Kill anything that moves



Anything that breathes



Twenty-five years later wake up screaming from your dreams



The smell of burning flesh



Etched in memory



Remnants of a war that will never sleep