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These are the days of evil perfection |
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This is the world of torture and fame |
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This is the age of most vicious infection |
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These are the times of terror and pain |
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Let them inside and they'll build you a nightmare |
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Show them, you fool, it'll not be in vein |
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Here is your costume of deepest surrender |
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These are the times of terror and pain |
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I wanna ride on the crest of sensation |
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I wanna scream in the whirlpools of love |
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I wanna drown in a climax of thunder |
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I wanna be with the fools in the storm |
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Do what you want and then die when you want to |
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We're gonna walk on the blood of the meek |
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We're gonna sail through the oceans of wonder |
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We're gonna live in the dreams that we seek |
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Send in the parasite clowns on their horses |
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Send in those idiots and let them advance |
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Send in the monsters of your own creation |
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Send them all in and give them a chance |
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We're gonna dance to the sweetest of music |
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We're gonna play with the whores in the rain |
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We'll dissipate the Lord's last temptations |
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All in the cross-fire of torture and fame |
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I wanna ride on the crest of sensation |
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We're gonna live in the dreams that we seek |
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We're gonna live in the dreams that we seek |
