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Here is my voice of wild damnation |
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Here is my goodbye song |
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Here is my suicide bleeding eternal |
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Here is nowhere to belong |
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Here is the vein cut wide and grinning |
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Here are the misery teeth |
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Here is the drunk in the still room spinning |
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And the light in the widow's grief |
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Here is your will of rot but frozen |
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Stuck as if death won't care |
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Here is your life lost and sitting |
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Just floating like pollution in air |
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Here is denial in skulls electric |
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Still buzzing and from the chair |
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Death row blunders, fat man switches |
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The surge which will spike your hair |
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Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin |
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Here is rebellion which death affords me |
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Out of step with these times |
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Feel free as you drink from the blood |
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I give you |
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Swallow my love and my crimes |
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Here is a shadow a blitzkrieg a warlord |
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Here is a saint and a nun |
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Here is a rapist a rodent a |
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Buddha Forgetting the things he has done |
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In these wasted days |
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With your broken memory |
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You find a higher place |
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In a separate world |
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In these wasted days |
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You hum a fragile melody |
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But you lost your way |
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And now you just can't see |
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Have you a dream or perhaps a nightmare |
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Have you a gun or a rose |
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Have you a name or are you transparent |
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Invisible without your clothes |
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When you are naked |
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When you are hungry |
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When you are free to be gone |
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Have you a will |
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Have you a reason |
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Have you a voice or a song |
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This is rebellion |
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A bleeding a beauty |
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This is what will be ignored |
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The morals around us call out for violence |
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Like comfort of those who are bored |
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Suck back your hostage |
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Light up your handle |
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Give all your donkeys away |
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For when you are here undone and spinning |
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There is nowhere you can stay |
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In these wasted days |
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With your broken memory |
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You find a higher place |
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In a separate world |
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In these wasted days |
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You hum a fragile melody |
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But you lost your way |
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And now you just can't see |
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So look into me, look into rebellion |
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Here I just speak to your soul |
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Tragedy's yearning the strength to surrender |
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Knowing it's all just a hole |
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So look into me, look into rebellion |
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Here I just speak to your soul |
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Tragedy's yearning the strength to surrender |
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Knowing it's all just a hole |
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Tell me the truth |
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And show me the sky |
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Tell me you're coming baby |
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Tell me goodbye |
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Burn in the fire |
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As you're saving your soul |
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Then make believe you've got it all under control |
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Tell me to call then show me the line |
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Feel how they fall one by one into your eyes |
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Tell me you see then show me you're blind |
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Tell me you're free as you drop kick your mind |
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Tell me the truth |
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And show me the sky |
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Tell me you're coming baby |
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Tell me goodbye |
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Burn in the fire |
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As your saving your soul |
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Then make believe you've got it all under control |
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Tell me to call then show me the line |
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Feel how they fall one by one into your eyes |
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Tell me you see then show me you're blind |
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Tell me you're free as you drop kick your mind |
