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A loaded gun beneath my tongue |
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A halo on my head |
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The devil on my shoulder |
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An angel on my bed |
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Hear the sirens howling |
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How the engines roar |
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Heaven's on the television |
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Hell's outside the door |
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Let's rock |
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Feeling all the spiders crawl |
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Underneath my skin |
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Sewing shut the razor cut |
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From where I let them in |
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Digging all their teeth and claws |
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Deep into my veins |
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All the while I sit and smile |
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Trying to dig the pain |
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Let's rock |
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Here come the pigs into the slaughter |
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Here come the pigs into the slaughter |
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Feels like the walls are closing in |
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Over my head and still sinking |
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Feels like the walls are closing in |
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Over my head and still sinking |
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My shadow reaching for my throat |
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To take away my breath |
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Friends have come to lead me from |
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My cradle to my death |
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One hand held above a candle |
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Just to feel it burn |
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While the other wrote my suicide note |
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To whom it may concern |
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Let's rock |