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The mist crawling through the clouds |
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Paranoia breach in our minds |
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Veiled sanity like a shroud |
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And forced us to resign |
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And they came from the skies |
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Shape shifting in our fears |
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Enslaved the strongest specimens |
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And the soil was moisted with our tears |
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Devoured our souls |
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Its inhabitants crushed our hope |
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Nebula took the crowd control |
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The mist crawling through the clouds |
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Fear became our daily bread |
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Closing in, suffocating the pride |
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Until everything but animal was dead |
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And they came from the skies |
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Shape shifting in our fears |
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Enslaved the strongest specimens |
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And the soil was moisted with our tears |
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Devoured our souls |
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Its inhabitants crushed our hope |
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Nebula took the crowd control |
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Consumed by their twisted therapy |
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(And fist upon our soul) |
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We lost our guts, we lost our path |
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(And fist upon our soul) |
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Nailed, shut and chained inside misery |
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(And fist upon our soul) |
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We realized we'll never come back |
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(And fist upon our soul) |
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Devoured our souls |
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Its inhabitants crushed our hope |
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Nebula took the crowd control |
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And they came from the skies |
