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It's starting to get a little lonely in here |
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But I always have you my friend |
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So shiny and cold, you always know what to say |
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You always been good to me |
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Reaching for my own hand |
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Drag myself and pulls me towards the abyss |
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I declare you guilty |
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Now you will have to pay with your life |
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It's your execution |
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You're guilty |
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So rise! |
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And take your final steps |
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Six feet to go |
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It's been a while maybe an hour or so |
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Twenty years or an eon who knows |
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What the hell did we do, explain it again |
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I'm guilty as one, but then... |
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Reaching for my own hand |
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Drag myself and pulls me towards the abyss |
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I declare you guilty |
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Now you will have to pay with your life |
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It's your execution |
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You're guilty |
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So rise! |
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And take your final steps |
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Six feet to go |
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Lights out |
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Satisfying their hunger for blood |
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Eyes shut |
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Falling deeper and deeper within |
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Show down |
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The spoken damnation of man |
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New crown |
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Worn by the rulers of the damned |
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I declare you guilty |
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Now you will have to pay with your life |
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It's your execution |
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You're guilty |
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So rise! |
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And take your final steps |
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Six feet to go |
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As they declared him guilty |
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And dragged him though the crowd |
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He looked up with a smile and laughing |
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Said: you all will follow some day |
