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For all the faceless walking dead across the land |
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I will go to a place that you don't understand |
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I put a razor to my wrist and spread it wide |
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And as the blood drips from the walls I slowly |
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Close my eyes |
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This was not meant for your eyes |
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This is the end of the hour |
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There's no use wasting precious time |
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This is the end of the hour |
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Hours I have wasted sitting here, wet dripping pain |
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At last my eyes roll back, the visions start again |
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The earth will split' the skies will rain ash to the land |
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Black clouds of death roll in, what is this? |
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Is it the end of man? |
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This was not meant for your eyes |
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This is the end of the hour |
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There's no use wasting precious time |
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This is the end of the hour |
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This ruptured vein, black and vile |
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Is pouring truth from a sacred place |
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And we will see that when the world burns, the weak will be thrown in that fire |
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Join with me my brothers as we march to endless glory.. |
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Let's burn it down, let's burn it down |
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In glorious ashes we will burn |
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The empty nest lies here awaiting his return |
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Our murderous father, his intentions we learn |
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Eradicate the mindless flocks upon the shore |
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And we will slip away into these ages |
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Forever. |
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This was not meant for your eyes |
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This is the end of the hour |
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There's no use wasting precious time |
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This is the end of the hour |
