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He's walking like a small child |
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But watch his eyes burn you away |
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Black holes in his golden stare |
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God knows he wants to go home |
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Children of the damned |
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Children of the damned |
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Children of the damned |
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Children of the damned |
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He's walking like a dead man |
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If he would have lived he would have crucified us all |
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Now he's standing on the last step |
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He thought oblivion, well it beckons us all |
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Children of the damned |
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Children of the damned |
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Children of the damned |
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Children of the damned |
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Now it's burning his hands, he's turning to laugh |
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Smiles as the flames sear his flesh[Incomprehensible] his face screaming in pain |
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Peeling the skin from his eyes |
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Watch him die according to plan |
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He's dust on the ground what have we learned |
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Oh oh oh oh |
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Oh oh oh oh |
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You're children of the damned, your back's against the wall |
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You'll burn again in light, you're children of the damned |
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Like candles watch them burn, burning in the light |
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You'll burn again tonight, you're children of the damned |
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Children of the damned |
