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Here they are |
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The wicked |
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A panic floods the field |
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Deliver it |
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Unthinkable |
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They play the part performing oh so well |
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With empty cause, they carry on |
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A twisted soul |
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An apparition |
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Born of a beastly brand |
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They butcher purposely |
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Scream at the sky and beg. |
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Beg for a reason he would allow this |
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Look to the sky and say |
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We would be better off without this |
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Who would allow this? |
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We've never felt alive |
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But none of us can die just when we want to |
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We're stuck in this disguise |
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With leather skin these eyes decide to haunt you [Haunt you] |
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But dare we haunt you? |
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Scream at the sky and beg |
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Beg for a reason he would allow this |
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Look to the sky and say |
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We would be better off without this |
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Who would allow this? |
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From the other side [x8] |
