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Into the realms of hate |
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Into the realms of war |
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No we're not dreaming |
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Now try to run away |
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As fast as you can |
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Outside these grounds of hell |
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A burning world consumes |
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The flames are everywhere |
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Their eyes full of pain |
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Once fiction was our dream |
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Now fiction is our hell |
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We shaped our glorious end |
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As world comes crashing down |
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No more screams are heard |
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No we're not dreaming |
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Everything here has changed |
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Everything is destroyed |
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The fiction becomes truth |
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Wish there was a reason to stop this madness |
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You go keep tasting your own decadence |
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Bloody times, no one can talk |
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A glorious suicide to end up alone |
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Nobody escapes what we've done |
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In this bloody wasted place |
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And certain things remain untold |
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Deep in ourselves a twisted soul |
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And that's the shape of things to come |
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We try to change it but it's too late |
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Now we're just living annihilate |
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And that's the shape of things to come |
