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With this death kiss |
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Choose needs over me |
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Put your lips to my fist |
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And now this is in eclipse |
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Won't let this stand in our way |
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Blind your eyes |
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Bow your head |
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A swollen halo |
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Of your own hell |
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Face yourself |
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Chosen one |
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No matter what you've said |
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or what you've done |
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We are the Industrypeople |
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Don't feel anything |
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Choose your kin |
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Rendez vous and let |
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the chaos begin |
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Blind your eyes |
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Chosen one |
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No matter what you've said |
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or what you've done |
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The black curtains fall |
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Owe it all to violence |
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Please |
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Semi-apologies |
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Oh let the black curtains fall |
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Standing tall |
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Assemble |
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And tease |
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Electropolis |
