| All bones are broken and we lie here on the floor
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| The rats are coming, they smell us, they need some more
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| We must pursuit this virus in the clinics of chains
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| We crawl on ripped joints with fever in Mephisto’s back lanes
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| I know you feel it — you want it
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| More and more and more…
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| Track, crush and prevail
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| Now come, let’s hunt for ersatz souls
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| Track, crush and prevail
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| Watch the blood turn your diamonds into coal
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| The science of darkness and we practice all its codes
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| Their values turn, they guide us on titanium roads
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| We must reduce ourselves in surgeries grace
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| We amputate our parts and let prosthetics replace
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| I know you feel it — you want it
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| More and more and more…
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| Track, crush and prevail
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| Now come, let’s hunt for ersatz souls
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| Track, crush and prevail
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| Watch the blood turn your diamonds into coal
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| Grab the claws — take my hand
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| Serve the cause — take command
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| I will show you my plan
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| Cut the ropes — come as free
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| Here’s the gate — turn the key
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| I will let you be grand
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| Track, crush and prevail
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| Now come, let’s hunt for ersatz souls
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| Track, crush and prevail
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| Watch the blood turn your diamonds into coal
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| Track, crush and prevail
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| Track, crush and prevail
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| This is your fall
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| Track, crush and prevail
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| The devil pays cash when your soul is on sale |