| I see red and feeling low
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| Nervous, jumpy, ready to go
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| Paranoid and on the edge
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| Out of comfort zone, walking the ledge
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| Every turn becomes a wrong path
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| Every decision goes away
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| Wound up tighter than a beating drum
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| I need a metal show today
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| I drink the blood of every man
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| I slink the catacombs of hell
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| I want to end the life of everything
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| Don’t ask me why 'cause I can’t tell
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| Teeth are grinding, blood will boil
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| Vision’s blurred from all the hate
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| Dream of killing, dream of fear
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| Dream of ways to get the hell out of here
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| Every turn becomes a wrong path
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| Every decision goes away
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| Wound up tighter than a beating drum
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| I need a metal show today
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| I drink the blood of every man
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| I slink the catacombs of hell
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| I want to end the life of everything
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| Don’t ask me why 'cause I can’t tell
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| Every turn becomes a wrong path
|
| Every decision goes away
|
| Wound up tighter than a beating drum
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| I need a metal show today
|
| I drink the blood of every man
|
| I slink the catacombs of hell
|
| I want to end the life of everything
|
| Don’t ask me why 'cause I can’t tell
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| I drink the blood of every man
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| I slink the catacombs of hell
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| I want to end the life of everything
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| Don’t ask me why 'cause I can’t tell |