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Memories fresh within my head blood is fresh but you are dead |
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Cross into the freaks domain |
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See your fear feel your pain |
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The prophesy has now begun |
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You cannot hide you cannot run |
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Leave you bleeding at my feet |
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You are natural you are meat |
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Tribes Below the graves |
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Breed Refuge by day |
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Tribes their home beneath |
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Breed Alive but deceased |
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Blessed with the gift of flight |
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Changing shape and unseen sight |
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Knowing why and knowing when |
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Gifted with the dreams of men |
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Out of sight out of mind |
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Leave our world you're not of our kind |
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What he fears he can't enjoy |
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What man envies he destroys |
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Leave the garden of your torment |
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Through the gates that hold your fear |
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Monsters freaks the cursed the gifted |
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Day is gone the night is here |
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Death by fire death by gun |
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Death by knife death by sun |
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Born apart they crave the same |
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Living in their unreal pain |
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Prejudice deeper than creed |
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The reason for this hate is breed |
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Not unholy but alone |
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Just for this we burn their home |
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Banished from the world of men |
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Man beware they'll rise again |
