| Levelled, hammered, gone today
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| God will have me his own way
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| Smokin' hun is what I see
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| Do you know? |
| Am I free?
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| Face it, kill it
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| Beat it to the ground
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| Turn it, burn it
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| Gone without a sound
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| Struck down
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| Locked and tortured by the dream
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| Fight the demon to be clean
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| Wanton wounds are why I bleed
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| Do you know? |
| Can I see?
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| Face it, kill it
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| Beat them where they stand
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| Turn it, burn it
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| Fire through your hand
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| Release them into nothing
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| Give them upside down
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| Cut the ties that bind you tight
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| Command them to the ground
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| Release them into nothing
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| You stand, struck down
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| Hear me screaming up to heaven
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| Watch me fall to hell
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| Hear me, hear us
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| We are the gone
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| The horde rejected
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| See me, see us
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| We are the ones
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| The ones proteced
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| Face it, kill it
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| Beat them where they stand
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| Turn it, burn it
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| Fire through your hand
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| Release them into nothing
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| Give them upside down
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| Cut the ties that bind you tight
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| Command them to the ground
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| Release them into nothing
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| You stand, struck down
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| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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| God will have me if he must
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| Demon crawl all over me
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| Did you know? |
| I’m not me
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| Face it, kill it
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| Beat them where they stand
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| Turn it, burn it
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| Fire through your hand
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| Release them into nothing
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| Give them upside down
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| Cut the ties that bind you tight
|
| Command them to the ground
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| Release them into nothing
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| You stand, struck down |