| Paranova |
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| Will the hard or soft target be the one that they take |
| When the rites are going down? |
| Will this terrible silence be broken with agitated |
| Calls to hunt you down? |
| When the stage is set, the line is drawn |
| The curtains up, the lights are on |
| And you’re on your own |
| When the fever’s set, the crowd is hot |
| The gloves are off, the knives are out |
| And you’re on your own |
| Where the song has gone to grain |
| Here the faceless conjugate and breed |
