| For all the faceless walking dead across the land
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| I will go to a place that you don’t understand
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| I put a razor to my wrist and spread it wide
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| And as the blood drips from the walls I slowly
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| Close my eyes
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| This was not meant for your eyes
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| This is the end of the hour
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| There’s no use wasting precious time
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| This is the end of the hour
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| Hours I have wasted sitting here, wet dripping pain
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| At last my eyes roll back, the visions start again
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| The earth will split' the skies will rain ash to the land
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| Black clouds of death roll in, what is this?
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| Is it the end of man?
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| This was not meant for your eyes
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| This is the end of the hour
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| There’s no use wasting precious time
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| This is the end of the hour
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| This ruptured vein, black and vile
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| Is pouring truth from a sacred place
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| And we will see that when the world burns, the weak will be thrown in that fire
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| Join with me my brothers as we march to endless glory.
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| Let’s burn it down, let’s burn it down
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| In glorious ashes we will burn
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| The empty nest lies here awaiting his return
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| Our murderous father, his intentions we learn
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| Eradicate the mindless flocks upon the shore
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| And we will slip away into these ages
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| Forever
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| This was not meant for your eyes
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| This is the end of the hour
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| There’s no use wasting precious time
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| This is the end of the hour |