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Oh you puritan demons hide in your closets of stone. |
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Are you so pure when the walls crash in and you're overexposed? |
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Gather round now all demons, taste of blood on your lips. |
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One of your own has come crawling home and will you be there - |
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No! Come now hell fire demons, feast as you follow your course. |
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Circle your prey at the end of the day, cover your tracks at all cost. |
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Yeah, you puritan demons with your nose in the air |
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I can smell you |
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Smell you from here and it stinks to high |
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Hell! On we go day after day, worlds collide and machines take over |
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Puritan demons display, like vultures they wait for death's leftovers. |
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Bridges are burned everyday, lessons are learned and taught again. |
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It's your time to burn |
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Look at all of those demons drown in a pool of deceit. |
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Cut off your hands in spite of your face. |
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I pity for you as you weep the year of the dragon. |
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The metal dragon's a fire fierce and intense. |
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I'll take nothing less, |
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I don't have time for these liars. |
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On we go day after day, worlds collide and machines take over. |
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Puritan demons display, like vultures they wait for |
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Geoff's leftovers. |
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Bridges are burned every day, lessons are learned and taught again. |
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The cycle continues to turn, like a vulture |
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I'll wait. |
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It's your time to burn! |
