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Gather round, this is a new day |
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A fairytale where lollipops and candycanes |
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Are covering the coming of judgement day |
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It's the momentum of mediocrity |
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Saddle up, we've got our new means |
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And TV-screens to amplify and advertise |
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the testament of treason and broken dreams |
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Let us give in to the taste of indecency |
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Now make me take it |
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A revolutionary fit |
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I wanna get by only to see you sacrifice |
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Your integrity |
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So kiss me, hit me |
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It feels like you love me |
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When I'm with you I'm never satisfied |
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It's a long way to hell but we're there |
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On your own you're like a mute scream |
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A Seraphim with charcoal wings And sharpened bones |
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Your shiver as you choke on your shattered heart |
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Was it your jaded existance that make you this way |
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And I'll be damn if I don't love you |
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In all you do, I'll purify and paint my smile |
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Your pestilence can't plague me enough this time |
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I'll bite my tongue and confide in my own decay |