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Shadows they have grown |
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'Till the point of no return |
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Since the day you have left this place |
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You tried to move along |
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But the memories are strong |
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Carved in flesh they endure these days |
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Back to the land of your dreams |
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Pitch-black emotions for free |
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Straight from the dark of your heart |
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Consumed by ravenous lust |
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There ain't no saviour that can save you from yourself |
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Face what you are and be aware of your sickness |
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Silent dancers in the dark |
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For the shadows grow within our hearts |
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From the scorched embers of our souls |
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Set the world ablaze back to the morgue |
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Silent shadows from the past |
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For the core is dead and the shell won't last |
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So forget the stories you've been told |
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We're coming back straight to the morgue |
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Reality's an option |
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When the core of your devotion |
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Lies upon the razor's edge |
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There's a thing you better learn |
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Cross the point of no return |
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And you will never be the same |
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Back to the lair of the beast |
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4 walls and a secret to keep |
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Down where the sinister dwells |
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Fed by the hatred of men |
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A Christ in chains stripped from the shell right to the bone |
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Meltdown in flames preacher of pain cold as a stone |
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Teach how to play the game of god to a simple man |
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And watch him burn and twist n' turn towards his end |