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So let me take this medicine |
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To quench my love for violent things |
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My swan song will |
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Be like a bullet laced in anger |
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As the razor cuts |
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The soft spot on your heel |
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(It's back) |
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It's getting slower |
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(This war) |
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It's getting harder |
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To fight by myself |
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(This place) |
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A bitter fashion |
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(Ripped out) |
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This shield that I have |
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Tears rain from above |
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Do you see the life I lead? |
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And so follow me into the sun |
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And I will bleed the poison dry |
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These bayonet scars never seize |
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To blind the light shed from the beast |
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And all we do is hate |
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(Passion) |
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From constant visions |
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(Angels) |
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A round of useless |
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Good has lost its heart |
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Do you see the life I lead? |
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And so follow me into the sun |
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And I will bleed the poison dry |
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For you, for you |
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Bite to break skin, don't give the secret |
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My stoic face, beating with passion |
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The Phoenix will die inside the firestorm |
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I am the son, follow my footsteps |
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Bite to break skin, don't give the secret |
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My stoic face, beating with passion |
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The Phoenix will die inside the firestorm |
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I am the son, follow my footsteps |
