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So your life seems shining bright, |
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Time to turn day into night. |
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There's a price upon your head now. |
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Just one chance to: |
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Pay you back. |
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Make you bleed. |
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Face the fact. |
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Make you scream. |
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So your day has turn to night, |
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And my night has turn to day. |
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All because that hidden thought. |
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The thought that wants to: |
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Pay you back. |
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Make you bleed. |
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Face the fact. |
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Make you scream. |
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Raging, hating, driven. |
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Purpose of the soul. |
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Flying like a bullet aiming for its goal. |
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No more bright horizon. |
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No more lighten land. |
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Amused by the thought that you died by my hand. |
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Now I am beyond the skies. |
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Raised above what lies behind. |
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As the darkness clouds my mind, |
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Hate is growing, easy to find. |
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Pay you back. |
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Make you bleed. |
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Face the fact. |
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Make you scream. |
