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The weapons are cheap here for the C4 at heart |
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The Semtex is right there, the past is gone before the future starts |
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Smile - you're in between black sheets, where your ethics cheat |
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Smile - your tongue licks on spoiled meat, it's raw and sweet |
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Ride! |
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Ride the blackest times, it will haunt your eyes |
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Ride the dark |
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This is the shade that you idolize |
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A god with Cotard's syndrome, the perfect lame imbecile |
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A spirit built from bones, our history breed what future kills |
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Shine - you're sold on the wet streets, where your conflicts meet |
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Shine - yor mind feast and night shrieks, a bloody treat |
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Ride! |
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Ride the blackest times, it will haunt your eyes |
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Ride the dark |
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This is the shade that you idolize |
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Smile - you're in between black sheets |
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Smile - your tongue licks on spoiled meat, it's raw and sweet |
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Torn from the rays of dawn |
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The spectrum's black for the shattered spawn |
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Crushed by the hammer's head |
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Watch our eyeballs rust and hopes turn dead |
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Ride! |
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Ride the blackest times, it will haunt your eyes |
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Ride the dark |
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This is the shade that you idolize as the judgements rise |
