| It was not the first time she got this feeling that hatred consumed her
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| Lost in the eyes of the fallen. |
| Unable to scream, unable to move!
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| It all started back in 89', she could feel his breath on the back of her neck
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| Stabbing in ripping out with a dirty fucking wheel spanner. |
| Taking justice in
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| her own hands, sealing her fate
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| All life will end and every hearth will be broken. |
| Blood spilled, all in vein
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| Their life will change by a few words spoken. |
| Retribution, now swallow the truth
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| What made these monster become what they are
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| Was it defined by hate or impulse
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| An outcast voice that no one would hear
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| Now they are bound for the Roads To Nowhere
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| Ended life without thought of another. |
| To end the voices inside their heads
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| Forged in stone with no reason to bother. |
| Actions that can never be undone
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| The urges grew to great, defiling what was laid to rest. |
| He could not stop,
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| he had to create
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| Sculpturing the malady from which he came. |
| And to where he will return one day
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| What made these monster become what they are
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| Was it by defiance, greed or impulses
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| The outcasted voices no one would hear
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| Now they are bound for the Roads To Nowhere |