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Slowly bleeding, watch the vortex feeding |
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Like a swirling vulture on your face |
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Every hour the unseen rays devour |
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Your screaming eyes cry out but they are blind |
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Father, forgive me my sins |
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Give me the nails, I'll hammer them in |
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The road to hell is full of good intentions |
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Say farewell, we may never meet again |
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The road to hell is full of good intentions |
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Down the left-hand highway with no sinister regrets |
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Brave new world of secret fantasy |
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That hovers just beyond your bloody grasp |
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Close enough to thrill, the danger of the kill |
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Price for failure of your will |
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Father, forgive us our sins |
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'Cause we're all the junkies who never can win |
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The road to hell is full of good intentions |
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Say farewell, we may never meet again |
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The road to hell is full of good intentions |
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Down the left-hand highway with no sinister regrets |
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Father, forgive me my sins |
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Give me the nails, I'll hammer them in |
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The road to hell is full of good intentions |
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Parody of hope is the one that I must kill |
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We all have to live with our family inventions |
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Down the left-hand highway with no sinister regrets |
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The road to hell is full of good intentions |
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Say farewell, we may never meet again |
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The road to hell is full of good intentions |
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Down the left-hand highway with no sinister regrets |