| Bullet holes in the theater wall
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| Burning ashen silhouette
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| Not infected but overwhelmed
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| Wild eyes of the criminal
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| And the spot light on an empty stage
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| All of life is but a grave
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| And you know it when you live this long
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| The ones you love will always turn to dust
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| Black and blue inside, not of our world, not of this life
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| Broken bones and bleedin' heavily
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| Behind the lines i’m not worth the time it takes to stop
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| The hungry dogs that want me
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| All the weapons you can use to squeeze
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| Information will be obsolete
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| And there’s nothing you can do to me
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| That’ll make me talk and will make me scream
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| Total brainwashed with a baseball bat
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| Scrambled guts and dead sunken skulls
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| The whole world, crashing down
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| You’re a ghost of what you used to be
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| Black and blue inside, not of our world, not of this life
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| Broken bones and bleedin' heavily
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| Behind the lines i’m not worth the time it takes to stop
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| The hungry dogs that want me
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| I know it’s not the end
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| An escape route to revenge
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| You better pray before sundown
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| I’m gonna cut, cut, cut, cut you down
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| There’s no return for your kind
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| Just daggers, violence, and crime
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| Black and blue inside, not of our world, not of this life
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| Broken bones and bleedin' heavily
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| Behind the lines i’m not worth the time it takes to stop
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| The hungry dogs that want me |