| Heard you say she’s crazy when she doubts what you say
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| But you’ve been lying to her every day
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| How’s a girl to trust when you’ve betrayed her that way?
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| You’ve fooled you last and there’ll be hell to pay
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| Furies of vengeance are on their way
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| So I’d get down on your knees and pray
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| Wide open and woken, our calls will pierce the night
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| We’ll tear your dreams apart with blood-curdling cries
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| Mothers of the Earth and Sisters of the Stone
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| Born of their own broken brothers' bones
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| Patient desert dwellers howling in the dunes
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| They’re wild and wicked and coming for you
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| Wide open and woken, our shrieks will slice the night
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| Snakes for hair and blood-shot eyes we terrorise your dreams
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| Torches, whips and cups of venom at our sides
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| Seething swarm of insects, we’ll annihilate dishonest minds
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| We’re the keepers of the Water, we’re the pulsing veins of the Earth
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| Justice is the feast we desire, to the music of the cracking of skulls |