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Stabbing, raping, tear them into pieces |
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Screaming, crying, (just) deny it |
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Hide your senses |
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It's happening again |
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I'm waking up in an embrace of red |
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Just like the days before |
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Examining the stains, looking for wounds without result |
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The blood is not mine |
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Stabbing, raping, tear them into pieces |
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Screaming, crying, (just) deny it |
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Hide your senses |
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(In this) obscurity, paralysed in self-satisfaction |
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Stranded in this scene of violence |
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I'm escaping from it again |
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Crawling out back in to the shadow |
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I rearrange my life |
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This is my new world. Welcome to Amnesia |
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Broken down on another faceless day |
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One more statement from the watchers of my parade |
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It's happening again |
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I'm waking up in an embrace of red |
|
Just like the days before |
|
Examining the stains, looking for wounds without result |
|
The blood is not mine |
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This is my new world. Welcome to Amnesia |
|
Broken down on another faceless day |
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One more statement from the watchers of my parade |
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Amnesia |
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Stabbing, raping, tear them into pieces |
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Screaming, crying, (just) deny it |
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Hide your senses |
