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Burn me alive |
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This place is dead to me |
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A breeding ground of tragedy |
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My enemies at my arms length |
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A dark past right at my heels |
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This place is the death of me |
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With its familiarity |
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Breathing down my tired neck |
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In the company of the sick |
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Burn me alive |
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This is not |
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Hell but you can see it from here |
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In the place I have grown to fear |
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Where devils laugh and angels cry |
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Where light and dark collide |
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The red sky is searing me |
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Swallowing my serenity |
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Where hatred makes its nest |
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Inside my hollowed chest |
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There's nothing sacred here |
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In the valley of solitude |
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We take pain with gratitude |
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There's nothing sacred here |
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Where death has gone to hide |
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Where light and dark collide |
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There's nothing sacred here |
