| Cry or die
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| I can’t see anymore
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| Feeling just this fire, so cold
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| Something born from the anger, cuts so stong
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| I’m like a fly in the web of a spider
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| Let the red curtain fall
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| In your mouth there are no words
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| Just snakes and corpses
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| On your dress of hate
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| The perfume of death
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| You’re exacting the truth in sacrifice
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| Your law is the only liar
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| A real curtain on my eyes…
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| So alone, with my inner world
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| I wanna shirk this weakness, so old
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| Something born from the anger, hurts so strong
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| I’m like a spy in the brain of your madness
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| Let the red curtain fall
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| In your moputh there are no words
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| Just snakes and corpses
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| On your dress of hate
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| The perfume of death
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| You’re exacting the truth in sacrifice
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| Your law is the only liar
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| A real curtain on my eyes…
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| Your desperation, you’re desperation
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| Your desperation, you’re desperation
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| Now we walk around a place made of bodies and bones
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| And we try to get the best from this heaven
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| That always twist in hell
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| Oh will heaven appear
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| I want to know where heaven appears
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| Cause I cannot heal your fears, I cannot heal your fears…
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| No I cannot… Hear me talk
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| Hear me…
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| You’re so proud of me, you’re so proud of me
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| Proud of me
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| Your desperation, you’re desperation
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| Your desperation, you’re desperation |