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In the valley of light, there's dust |
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In the glory of pain, there's life |
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In the bellies of pigs, we rot |
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In the gullet of worms, we die |
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The engines turning and salvations growing dim |
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And all I see, and all |
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I see is red |
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My stomachs burning and the venoms soaking in |
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And it's all |
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I feel, and all |
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I feel is red |
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In the stories of time, we're lost |
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In the glories of rage, we fly |
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On the shackles that bind, there's rust |
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In the echoes of hell, we fly |
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The engines turning and salvations growing dim |
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And all I see, and all |
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I see is red |
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My stomachs burning and the knifes just digging in |
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And it's all |
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I know, and all |
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I know is red |
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Red Red Red |
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RED RED Needles and pins needles and pins |
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Needles and pins needles and pins |
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Needles and pins needles and pins |
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Needles and pins |
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The engines turning and salvations growing dim |
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And all I see, and all |
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I see is red |
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My stomachs burning and the venoms soaking in |
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And it's all |
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I feel, and all |
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I feel is red |
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Red Red Its all red |
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Red Red |
