| The voice inside succeeds
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| The quiet whispers have now turned to violent screams
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| Spoken in serpent tongues
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| The poison grips and rips the very air from my lungs
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| From my lungs
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| I can’t get away (I can’t get away)
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| I can’t get away
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| I’m digging graves, graves
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| For me and my friends
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| I’m digging graves, graves
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| For me and my friends
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| There’s no rest for the wicked now
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| My demons whisper to me, chain me to the ground
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| Burning under the sun
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| The poison grips and rips the very air from my lungs
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| From my lungs
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| I’m digging graves, graves
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| For me and my friends
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| I’m digging graves, graves
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| For me and my friends
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| (Giving in to this voice is a choice that I make)
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| I’m digging graves
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| For me and my friends
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| (Giving in to this voice is a choice that I make)
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| I’m digging graves, graves
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| For me and my friends
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| Buried in my body like a casket now
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| I’ll see you in the ground, see you in the ground
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| Buried in my body like a casket now
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| I’ll see you in the ground, see you in the fucking ground
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| I can’t get away (I can’t get away)
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| I can’t get away
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| I’m digging graves, graves
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| For me and my friends
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| I’m digging graves, graves
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| For me and my friends
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| (Giving in to this voice is a choice that I make)
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| I’m digging graves
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| For me and my friends
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| (I'll see you in the ground)
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| See you in the ground
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| Graves, graves
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| For me and my friends
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| (I'll see you in the ground)
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| See you in the ground |