| You better stand right there,
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| Get a clue and be aware,
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| You’re just an inch or so from your immortality,
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| Don’t you get the meaning,
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| You might still be bleeding,
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| You might be rich but that don’t mean a thing to me,
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| Go ahead and laugh so many have before,
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| But now they’re dead,
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| They’re not laughing anymore.
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| This is our time, we have you now,
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| You are our great delight,
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| Scream to your God, who never hears a thing,
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| He’s not with you now,
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| The time is right, the time is right.
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| You better keep quite still,
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| Get a drink and take your pill,
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| You’re just a mile or so,
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| From the dreaded hanging tree,
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| Don’t you understand,
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| Now you’re in our hands,
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| You might be innocent,
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| But I tend to disagree,
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| Go one and smile, many smiled in here,
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| But not for long, the story always ends in tears.
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| This is our time, we are in luck,
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| You’re going to see the light,
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| Scream to your God, who doesn’t even care,
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| He is not here now,
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| The time is right.
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| You’d better bite your lip,
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| Get a focus, get a grip,
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| You’re just a step or so from the endless yawning pit,
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| Don’t you recognize,
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| The lust for torture in our eyes,
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| You thing that I don’t know you,
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| But I see through your disguise,
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| Go ahead and plead, begging is so nice,
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| But then I’m deaf, I just like to watch your eyes.
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| Surrounded by foes, faces all grim,
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| You’ll lose the will to fight,
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| Scream to your God,
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| Who laughs at your pain,
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| He is not here now,
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| Do you recall, how you felt then,
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| Back when your world was bright,
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| Scream to your God, who left you here with us,
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| Guilty as charged,
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| The time is right, the time is right. |