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Deprivation as a weapon |
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There is anger in the taste |
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As the walls come tumbling down |
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Clever hurting from your system |
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Keep your solitude at bay |
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Wear your face without a frown |
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Bleeding words in magazines |
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As the prophets tell their tales |
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Spiteful hearts and lifeless scenes |
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Across an empty stage |
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Haunting shadows in your footsteps |
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Breathing heavily as your run |
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Through the barricades you drive |
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A darkened figure makes you stumble |
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With a voice that hunts you down |
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Still, it makes you feel alive |
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CHORUS |
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CHORUS |
