| Feel the sun on my face
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| Sharpened like a razor blade
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| Feed the rising pain inside
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| The body, soul and brain
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| Living monster of the night
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| You made me what I’m today
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| You don’t have to scream and shout
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| In this silent place
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| Trapped under the neon light
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| As long as the show’s alive
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| The welded flesh to sweat
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| And blood still flows in hell
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| Warden of your nightmare
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| A trip down memory lane
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| You’re on the way, the end is nigh
|
| There’s nothing to be saved
|
| Living monster of the night
|
| You made me what I’m today
|
| You don’t have to scream and shout
|
| In this silent place
|
| Trapped under the neon light
|
| As long as the show’s alive
|
| The welded flesh to sweat
|
| And blood still flows in hell
|
| Warden of your nightmare
|
| A trip down memory lane
|
| You’re on the way, the end is nigh
|
| There’s nothing to be saved
|
| Living monster of the night
|
| You made me what I’m today
|
| You don’t have to scream and shout
|
| In this silent place |