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Like the wicked rule the weak |
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Like all conquerors have their keep |
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I'll tear my marks into your arms |
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Paralyzed but still you're charmed |
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Like the great white circles it's prey |
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I rise above their deceiving ways |
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Liars... Your hollow words play a hollow tune |
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My eyes fueled the flames |
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As i'm dancing, on your grave |
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Like the great white circles it's prey |
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Desert sands, mourning souls... |
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I'll tear my marks into your arms |
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Paralyzed yet still you're charmed |
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Like the wicked rule the weak |
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Like all conquerors have their keep |
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Liars... your hollow words play a hollow tune |
