| Well, i’ll you something 'bout our world
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| There’s no one out to comfort your wounds
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| Rotten bodies litter the ground
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| Whoa, will they stand on their own
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| Or stay cold?
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| Well, i’ve been to hell, and i’ve seen the eyes
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| Void of life and death, but the dead don’t rise
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| Your prayers don’t count when you’re underground
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| 'cause the dead don’t rise, dead don’t rise
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| Unconscious from your television
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| Trapped in a world never to live in
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| Dying planet above, black hole pulls in the sun
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| Base of the pyramid lay corpses of living beings
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| Such things
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| Well, i’ve been to hell, and i’ve seen the eyes
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| Void of life and death, but the dead don’t rise
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| Your prayers don’t count when you’re underground
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| 'cause the dead don’t rise, dead don’t rise
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| Don’t tell me all your excuses and lies
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| Whoa oh i know, it’s the devil inside, so alive
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| Well, i’ve been to hell, and i’ve seen the eyes
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| Void of life and death, but the dead don’t rise
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| Your prayers don’t count when you’re underground
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| 'cause the dead don’t rise, dead don’t rise |