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Within the wreckage - |
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Lying behind the rusted door |
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The pleasures so cold - |
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The pleasures so cold |
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Under the leaches - |
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Blood so red, it starts to fall |
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The method so old - |
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The methold so old |
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Within the closet - |
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Child in need scratches and brawls |
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It's parents are gone - |
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It's parents are gone |
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Outside the wind blows - |
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Cry havoc in the darkend halls |
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No one hears their call - |
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No one hears their call |
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From nation to nation- |
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The same stories told |
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Catastrophe |
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From ages to ages - |
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The cruelty in souls |
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Catastrophe |
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Under the lampshade - |
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Scratching into her fragile skull |
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The flesh, it's all gone - |
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The flesh, it's all gone |
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Beneath the brown soil - |
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Murder rots in covered holes |
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The millions are cold - |
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The millions are cold |
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Within the damp cell - |
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Man hangs from bloody cords |
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He couldn't have more - |
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He couldn't have more |
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Behind the station - |
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Virus takes it's deadly toll |
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The needle was old - |
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The needle was old |
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From nation to nation- |
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The same stories told |
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Catastrophe |
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From ages to ages - |
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The cruelty in souls |
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Catastrophe |
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Don't cry my child |
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This is the end |
