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Could I predict the storm |
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When constellations reach their final form |
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Two steps away from death |
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I feel forlorn |
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As cold as stone in this world |
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I was born |
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One step short of demise |
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Fear grows stronger than one thousand eyes |
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Staring at my destiny |
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But when it comes to leaving |
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I seek competence from gods |
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And the journey to hell |
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Is bound to end with a flow of blood |
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I welcome their shining, cold steel |
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To cut me so deep that my sins are forgiven |
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And salvation time would break free |
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Thus witness their will now come true |
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And anger distorted their long lost caresses |
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Of lives that |
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I ended so cruel |
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Sink in the eyes again... |
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Sink in the eyes again |
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Fear strikes in lion's den |
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One wicked smile can win |
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Unleash the beast within |
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One step short of demise |
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Fear grows stronger than one thousand eyes |
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Staring at my destiny |
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But when it comes to leaving |
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I seek competence from gods |
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And the journey to hell |
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Is bound to end with a flow of blood |
