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Welcome, my friend, |
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You're in the eye of the storm. |
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Pray, for the world descends, |
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And the serpents are born. |
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And we thought Jesus felt regret... |
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Break down, my friend, |
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Awake when Morpheus calls. |
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In trance, we await the end, |
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To tear the white off the walls. |
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Now let's pretend the world is dead, |
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And Judas better stayed in bed... |
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And when the night calls, |
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We're all the same, |
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Drown our souls in neon rain! |
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And when the night comes, |
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Relieve the pain, |
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Drown us all in neon reign! |
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Welcome, my friend, |
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The burning bridges are torn. |
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The ashes of firmaments, |
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Will pour down at dawn. |
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And then the fire leads our hands, |
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And Judas left the promise land... |
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God's creation, a dead nation! |
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Hail sedation! |
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Diabolic, and robotic! |
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Hail narcotic! |
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Tell me, my friend, |
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Is that the price for the kill? |
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Some witness the earth in flames, and some never will... |
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Now we make nemesis undone, |
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And face the barrel of a gun... |
