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It's dark, it is cold |
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So lay low 'cause there's blood on the floor |
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At the door lay your bones |
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And you feel all the blood in your clothes |
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You can hear me, you come kneeling |
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With the fear they invoke to control it |
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So you're burning with the feeling |
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Let the blood rush your head as they're calling, they're calling |
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So unwind and dip into the rage you conceal |
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And embrace your despair that you feel |
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But you can't so you're burning over, over, over |
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Yeah |
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Come with us and feel the bloodlust |
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Within just one touch, you'll feel the bloodlust |
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Come with us and feel the bloodlust |
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Within just one touch, you'll feel the bloodlust |
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You're back in the flesh |
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And you seem to have thirst for the crime |
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Shivers down your spine |
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Don't look lost; you can't see, must be blind |
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'Cause these voices keep on calling |
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But not changed now - I'm not listening and fading but falling |
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So unwind and dip into the rage you conceal |
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And embrace your despair that you feel |
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But you can't so you're burning over, over, over |
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Yeah |
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Come with us and feel the bloodlust |
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Within just one touch, you'll feel the bloodlust |
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Come with us and feel the bloodlust |
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Within just one touch, you'll feel the bloodlust |