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The fire dies on its own |
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Leaving us to ourselves but not exactly alone |
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I think that something is out there waiting |
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Anticipation is grown |
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The air as black as can be |
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Can't even see that my hand is in front of me |
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I'm overhearing a whisper, "They won't escape until the blood is set free" |
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So turn back, the silence is deafening |
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Turn back, don't let them see you again |
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They make the rounds at the midnight hour |
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And on the clock it's just a minute away |
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So we're hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed |
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And the hunger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease |
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Now I'm finding my friends |
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Hanging from trees, made a bed of a barbed wire fence |
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I'm on the loose with my neck in the noose but hey... |
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I enjoy the intense |
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Turn back, the silence is deafening |
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Turn back, don't let them see you again |
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They make the rounds at the midnight hour and |
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On the clock it's just a minute away |
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So we're hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed |
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And the hunger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease |
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No experience could ever match the sight of when is a person is through |
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If it's the last thing I will do, I'll be the one that will escape from |
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Hellview... and I will |
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Turn back, the silence is deafening |
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Turn back, don't let them see you again |
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They make the rounds at the midnight hour and |
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On the clock it's just a minute away (twice) |
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So we're hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed |
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And the hunger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease |
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No experience could ever match the sight of when is a person is through |
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If it's the last thing I will do, I'll be the one that will escape from |
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Hellview... and I will |