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This is your horrorscope |
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Critical moments pass |
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And doctrines of fools will last |
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I am just trying to cope |
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Into my horroscope |
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Through eyes and ears they bleed |
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Reciting their holy creed |
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Heeding but one request |
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The future is put to rest |
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Bless me in darkened days |
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Down to my knees I pray |
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I am just trying to cope |
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Within this horrorscope |
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In the wake of all frustration |
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I begin to loose control |
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Watched as the weapons fired |
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Bombs burst in the air |
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Burned in the fields of fire |
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Standing in the middle of nowhere |
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Watched as the weapons fired |
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Baptized in fields of fire |
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Well the change in here, an' the future clear |
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I can feel it coming |
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So full of hate, its getting late |
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Yeah, I know its coming |
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When all your choice turned to just one voice |
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Yeah, the wind is turning |
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This is your horrorscope |
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Words laced with blasphemy |
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Drip with sincerity |
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Falling into the plan |
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Like sacrificial lambs |
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Hearing the words and said |
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Ring like nail to the head |
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Now I can see the stars |
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I know we have gone too far |
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Watched as the weapons fired |
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Bombs burst in the air |
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Baptized in fields of fire |
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Watched as the weapons fired |
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Well the change in here an' the future clear |
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I can feel it coming |
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So full of hate, its getting late |
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Yeah, I know its coming |
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When all your choice turned to just one voice |
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Yeah, the wind is turning |
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Change is here an' the future clear |
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I can feel it coming |
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So full of hate, its getting late |
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Yeah, I know its coming |
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When all your choice turned to just one voice |
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Yeah, the wind is turning |
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This is your horrorscope |
