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Bleed through the black we brake |
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The silence without presence known |
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Out for some bashing ultra-violence |
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In the pleasure zone |
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Malicious are we not |
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We are true patriots |
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We'll see what life this night of lightning |
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Has in store for us |
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Hear our cries in the night |
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All for one |
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Wheels are turning, sky is burning |
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Always on the run |
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Unleash the beast that lies inside us |
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On the roundabout |
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We always find there's always time |
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For a bit of the old in and out |
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We roam the streets in sought |
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We take just what we want |
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You are invited lending energy expeditures |
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Hear our cries in the night |
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All for one |
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Wheels are turning, sky is burning |
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Always on the run |
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Wheels are turning, sky is burning |
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Ultra-violent sons |
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Wheels are turning, sky is burning |
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Always on the run |
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Wheels are turning, sky is burning |
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Ultra-violent sons |
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Wheels are turning, sky is burning |
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Always on the run |
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Wheels are turning, sky is burning |
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Ultra-violent sons |
