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Put the pistols on your sides / the hood, the nickel-plated knuckles / duffle bags with our disguises (no surprises) / Just a simple way to pummel, rumble, mosh with human nature / Step in the fog and view the carnage / Labors of bloodlust / We combust / We’re sun struck / No room for dumb luck / she’s not my lady tonight / You pay me the price; we’re taking a life, like right now / We’re ravens of the night prowling / howling with the wind / and yes we’re moving in, in on the kill / Definitive thrill rides / We’re living unlimited til time… takes us from the living kind / We’re anxious and we’re gripping time / by its throat and choking every minute we can squeeze and bleed from it / Feed our needs and eat the keep we reap from it / slum it / and plummet into hiding (Hook) |
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So with the fog at our backs and your gods on retreat / We’ll release you from your struggles like… / Gimme the signal, gimme the go / There’s no odds to be stacked and no law to be seen / It’s just us and nothing but the cold / Gimme the signal, gimme the go |
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Manipulate yourself up out of this one, how persistent / You speak with venom but nobody is around to listen / No coexistence, give your death some sound assistance / On a mission turn the king into a pile of crimson / Soaked ground / Your ghost float around / You won’t see the round unseat relieve you of your crown / Vermillion spill out brilliant slow / You took the jewels, I’ll make that ruby glow / Save your cash / Wasted breath, I’ll take your last / That’s not a note in this bottle it’s gas / That ain’t a rose in my hand it’s a match / I’ll take what you can’t take back / make the kingdom ash when the vapors pass / Melt down crown in a crucible / Make a carmine mist, no funeral / I will flush king heart if it’s suitable / and paint the town with his red, make it beautiful (Hook) |