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A stab in the back with a fearless knife |
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With no regard to an innocent life |
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Ruthlessly killing, what terrible fun |
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Now that you're falling, with nowhere to run |
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Back to the one who you fear is dead |
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The nightmare returns, so it's sliced through your head |
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Warmly embraced you will soon go away |
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The blood soaked heads and the destitute say, say |
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Back to one |
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You're falling, you're falling to your death down below |
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You're dying it's pain no one will ever know |
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You're crawling toward the goodness of the light |
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You're crying out after those who may stop this fight |
