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One foot within the grave, your life has been enslaved |
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Your soul can not be saved, nor the penance that you gave |
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You put the fear on a grown man's face |
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You shake the ground with all that you create |
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You are a god amongst all mortal men |
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You are the reason that we're living in |
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This moral panic, mass hysteria |
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Cryptic verses won't ease your pain |
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Not even when you speak his name |
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From the depths he will arise |
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It's the end it's your demise |
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You put the fear on a grown man's face |
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You shake the ground with all that you create |
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You are a god amongst all mortal men |
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You are the reason that we're living in |
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This moral panic, mass hysteria |
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When you dip into the well of souls is it cold unto the touch |
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It's illusions from your life of lust |
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You see your life is fading fast it's turning into dust |
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The hands of time are what you fear so much |
