| Lyrics: | % Correct |
|---|---|
| I did my {time} | 93%
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| And I want {out} | 91%
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| And the rain will kill us {all} | 89%
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| And the rain will kill us {all} | 89%
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| And the rain will kill us {all} | 89%
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| And the rain will kill us {all} | 89%
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| Throw ourselves {against} the wall | 85%
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| I'm done { } | 84%
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| The {sickening} | 84%
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| I'm not the only {one} | 82%
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| I'm not the only {one} | 82%
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| I'm not the only {one}! | 82%
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| The {reckoning} | 80%
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| The soul is not so {vibrant} | 77%
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| Go dig your {graves} | 76%
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| The preservation of the {martyr} in me | 76%
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| The preservation of the {martyr} in me | 76%
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| The preservation of the {martyr} in me | 76%
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| The preservation of the {martyr} in me | 76%
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| Throw {ourselves} against the wall | 76%
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| We throw {ourselves} against the wall | 76%
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| We throw {ourselves} against the wall | 76%
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| The limits of the {dead}! | 73%
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| The limits of the {dead}! | 73%
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| The limits of the {dead}! | 73%
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| The limits of the {dead}! | 73%
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| The limits of the {dead}! | 73%
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| The limits of the {dead}! | 73%
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| So effusive fade, it doesn't {cut} | 72%
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| I think we're {done} | 70%
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| Then fill your mouth with all the money you will {save} | 70%
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| It has {begun} | 69%
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| Just look me in the {eyes} and say I'm wrong | 64%
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| The secrets have gone {mad} | 61%
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| The hate was all we {had} | 59%
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| Who needs another {mess}? | 59%
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| Sinking in, getting {smaller} again | 57%
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| Go drill your {deserts} | 55%
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| Oh, there are {cracks} in the road we laid | 53%
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| Psychosocial! { } | 53%
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| Psychosocial! { } | 53%
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| Psychosocial! { } | 53%
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| Psychosocial! { } | 53%
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| Psychosocial! { } | 53%
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| Psychosocial! { } | 53%
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| Psychosocial! { } | 53%
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| Psychosocial! { } | 53%
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| Psychosocial! { } | 53%
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| Psychosocial! { } | 53%
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| Psychosocial! { } | 53%
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| Psychosocial! { } | 53%
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| Packaging subversion { } | 51%
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| But no one else can see { } | 50%
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| But no one else can see { } | 50%
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| But no one else can see { } | 50%
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| But no one else can see { } | 50%
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| Pseudo-sacrosanct {perversion} | 50%
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| Oh, yeah! { } | 49%
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| This is nothing new { } | 49%
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| We could start over { } | 49%
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| Venomous, insipid { } | 46%
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| Fake anti-fascist lie { } | 45%
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| Now there's only {emptiness} | 45%
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| If it's hunting {season} | 43%
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| I tried to tell you, but { } | 43%
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| Is this what you want? { } | 42%
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| *Sick a** solo starts* { } | 39%
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| But when we {killed} it all | 32%
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| But where the {temple} fell | 32%
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| Can't stop a killing {idea} | 30%
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| Your {purple hearts} are giving out | 30%
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