| It’s 4 AM, I’m ready to kill
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| The streets are paved with blood‚ the Earth stands still
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| The clock is ticking for fortune and fame
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| The total darkness‚ voices calling my name
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| I open the window‚ the voices get loud
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| My knife is shining, all demons out
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| You are my victim, I’ll eat your soul
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| Your pain is my pleasure‚ darkness is my home
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| I’m not a human, I’m just a murderer
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| God killed my faith
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| I’m not a human, I’m just a murderer
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| God killed my faith
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| It’s 4 AM‚ the birthday of death
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| The wounds start to bleed, let’s celebrate
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| I crush your body, look in my face
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| You’re going to hell, just feel my rage
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| I open the window, the voices get loud
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| My knife is shining, all demons out
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| You are my victim, I’ll eat your soul
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| Your pain is my pleasure, darkness is my home
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| There is no god here today
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| There is no god
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| There is no god here today
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| There is no god
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| There is no god here today
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| There is no god
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| There is no god here today
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| There is no god
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| I’m made to murder, I’m made to kill
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| It’s a dark dark Sunday
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| Your lips whisper a name, you’re in hell
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| 'Cause it’s a dark dark Sunday
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| Pain is pleasure for me, I have no mercy
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| It’s a dark dark Sunday
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| God gave man free will, God gave man free will
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| 'Cause it’s a dark dark Sunday
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| Dark Sunday
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| Dark Sunday
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| Dark Sunday
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| Dark Sunday
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| I’m made to murder, I’m made to kill
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| It’s a dark dark Sunday
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| Your lips whisper a name, you’re in hell
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| 'Cause it’s a dark dark Sunday
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| Pain is pleasure for me, I have no mercy
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| It’s a dark dark Sunday
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| God gave man free will, God gave man free will
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| 'Cause it’s a dark dark Sunday |