| Rise
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| On my fate
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| Hey! |
| Name of DOUSAGE MASQUERADE
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| (that) you can’t hide enough
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| -the wad under mask-
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| Will face your note on purpose
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| I never believe
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| Your formal looks, your smiley eyes, your honesty mouth.
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| You play the kindley man!
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| We need to gaze the order
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| -your exploit-
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| I know it’s seed of fire
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| And seems wicked flover
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| I ask… how to go…
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| Whereabouts does people turn?
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| Back the warth!
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| (a) matter leaves it into chaos
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| What is right? |
| What is wrong?
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| I own my fate
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| No more pride. |
| no more lie. |
| justice, paradise.
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| Silverline leads me to the neverland
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| One side of mind (and) one side of mind
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| Blast and wag the sides
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| The bridge is the sign of lit getup till the taint wake
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| --wail to violence--
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| Manipulater (and) agetation make money and take power
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| Don (of) fiction teaches from malrips
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| «Cordinaters hide in mask»
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| Turn back the warth
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| (my) eyes set for overflash
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| Continue the sail of disorder
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| We’ll see the bleeding sky
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| No one find way for this world
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| Oh, mother cry… |