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Born of a nightmare nad your heart never breaks |
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One of the black lair's fateful mistakes, |
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No one sensed the storm was comin' |
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No one sensed the mountains start to crumble |
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The laws tore |
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Dawn and the light snares every crime like a stain |
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Spawns as the rites tear, tempers the blame, |
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No one breached your lies and cunnin' |
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No one reached your heart but now its over |
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The walls fall |
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For you dared, now the battlefield is bloody, |
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And you shared, what was sacred is undone, |
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You're the queen, it's obscene how |
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you lied and schemed |
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You're a fake; there's a snake deep within ya |
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It's a web that you weave out of vile deceit |
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You've got blood on your hands, |
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You're a sinner |
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Your thrust at the heartland with the sword of bretayal |
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Trust tore apart there, honesty failed |
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No-one's left to save you woman |
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No one rests; the blame is on your shoulders |
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For all time |
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Is your soul full of sandness? |
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Is your heart full of hate? |
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Were you touched by the madness? |
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passion and fate; |
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No one cares and now you're runnin' |
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No one can deny that now it's over |
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You're long gome |
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For you strayed and I should have |
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seen it coming, |
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Now you pray, only look what |
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you've become, |
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You're the queen, it's obscene how |
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you lied and schemed |
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You're a fake; there's a snake deep within ya |
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It's a web that you weave out of vile deceit |
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You've got blood on your hands, |
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You're a sinner |
