| Into the woods and through the fields
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| Experience what no one feels
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| It’s getting late for us
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| Another notch in your ideals
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| Into the woods and through the fields
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| Armed with fearlessness and steel
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| It’s not too late for us to release what we conceal
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| It seems that every legend’s just another boring story
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| You were starved for what you can claim is real
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| We believe we can handle it behind us
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| This mission is set to invade our greatest fears
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| Now we’re prisoners of imaginary threats
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| An ecstasy through simmering in blood
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| Into the woods and through the fields
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| Experience what no one feels
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| It’s getting late for us
|
| Another notch in your ideals
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| Unleash the fury and pierce the flesh
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| Of what you dread the most
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| And retribute the venom that’s been spewed
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| No prisoners of imaginary threats
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| And the enemies are simmering in blood
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| Parts pollute the lakeside
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| Incisions open up wide
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| Heat’s rising from the dead wretch
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| As we migrate down the long stretch
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| Into the woods and through the fields
|
| Experience what no one feels
|
| It’s getting late for us
|
| Another notch in your ideals
|
| Into the woods and through the fields
|
| Armed with fearlessness and steel
|
| It’s not too late for us to release what we conceal |