Handful of Nothing

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Step by step hate controls every heart every soul Every gun pointed at those we paint as Enemies We provide what they need to let the game proceed Stuck in machines somewhere we build the cross they bear Arm to solve, kill to save... God I've felt how it smells! "My land's my home" - we're blind! I'm sick of the blood I find! Step by step greed controls every heart every soul Arm to kill, kill to live, God how could I believe!...