| I can see pieces of memory spitting
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| Like sparks from a gun that’s been fired and hitting
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| The skull of the soul who was so unsuspecting
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| And the look in his eye as he’s feeling the burn
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| I can hear flesh as it’s being infected
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| From hot burning lead thats been flying so fast
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| The sound of the sting as it melts through the skin
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| And the intake of air that just may be his last
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| It’s happening again
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| The sleep in my eye is dry blood
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| It’s happening again
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| I can’t hold it back
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| Hold me
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| Hold me closer
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| Tell me
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| That everything will be fine
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| Hold me
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| Hold me closer
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| Tell me
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| That I’m not outta my mind
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| Went to a priest to see what he could tell me
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| Bout all of the evil that swims in my head
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| Well I think that his voice had been very relaxing
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| Cause I fell asleep — now the Father is dead
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| I started to worry bout what’s up ahead
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| Will I knock on the door of Heaven when I’m dead
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| Will they know it’s not me that I’m not a killer
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| I don’t even know what I did while I’m out
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| It’s happening again
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| The sleep in my eye is dry blood
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| It’s happening again
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| I can’t hold it back
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| Show me
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| Show me reasons
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| Tell me
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| Why it’s wrong to take lives
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| Show me
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| Show me more
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| Tell me
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| Why I’m not outta my mind
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| Show me
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| Show me reasons
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| Tell me
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| Why it’s wrong to take lives
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| Show me
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| Show me more
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| Tell me
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| Why I’m not outta my mind |