| Crowned in chrome I took a ride in the wrong direction
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| Severing the one bind you could tie on me
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| Darkness froze as all the hooks have been connected
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| Butchered underneath a broken light
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| There comes a time a man just cannot trust his freedom
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| Shaking with the hand that wants to cheat him
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| Pissing on the ones who help him float away
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| In his darkest hour
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| So down we go into a twisted dark dissension
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| Scavenging the loose change off your mind
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| And doused in gold behind a thin shroud of deception
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| You’re covering the one thing you can’t hide from me
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| There comes a time a man has nothing to believe in
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| Betting with a hand that will defeat him
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| Spitting in the eyes that helped you look away
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| From your darkest hour
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| Crowned in chrome I took a ride in the wrong direction
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| Severing the one bind you could tie on me
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| Darkness froze as all the hooks got disconnected
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| Throwing sparks into a starless sky
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| There comes a time a man just cannot trust his freedom
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| Leeching off a host that will disease him
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| Shining up the shoes that send you on your way
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| Into your darkest hour |