| I woke up with charcoal hands
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| Clouds of grime crimes crown their hatred
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| Fingers bound by iron bands
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| In palms they stay clenched through the night
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| Wounds are green, neglected while I
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| Visit never-ending scenes, where the frenzy speaks
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| Words of just repeated till bloodlust floods us
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| We open up to see hell
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| Keep my teeth so deep into the lips where fury cries;
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| «I want to see hell»
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| Pour your oil into their lungs
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| Let it boil black, blistered tongues
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| We both know nobody returns home from war
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| We open up to see hell
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| Keep my teeth so deep into the lips where fury cries;
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| «I want to see hell»
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| I know my hands still reach for hell
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| Should I feed them the fire?
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| I know my hands still reach for hell
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| To condemn or to crown
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| To condemn or to crown
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| To condemn or to crown
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| To condemn or to crown
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| Drops of bleach, discolor their eyes
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| Leave them never-ending seas of uncertainty
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| Still we know nobody returns
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| To condemn or to crown
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| When will metronome count alone?
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| We open up to see hell
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| Keep my teeth so deep into the lips where fury cries;
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| «I want to see hell»
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| I know my hands still reach for hell
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| Should I feed them the fire?
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| I know my hands still reach for hell
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| Should I feed them the fire?
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| I know my hands still reach for hell
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| Should I feed them the fire?
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| I know my hands still reach for hell
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| See hell
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| I know my hands still reach for hell
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| Should I feed them the fire
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| I know my hands still reach for hell
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| We’ll leave you for now
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| We’ll leave you for now
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| We’ll leave you for now
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| We’ll leave you for now |