| As the clock is melting next to me
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| I lose track of the time
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| No recollection of what I’ve done
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| It was an altered state of the mind
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| One hit, then we hit the floor
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| Two beating hearts collide
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| You know I don’t want any part of this
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| Of this murder made suicide
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| Now there’s no chance for god to save us We made our choices
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| In guilt we’ll harvest bad seeds
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| Dead voices sing hymns of worship
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| In the hour of need, we splatter the walls with the red we bleed
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| Scene 2, and «cut to chase»
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| I retrace the scene of the crime
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| Nothing happening on my watch and forever never on my dime
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| This city, it lies awake
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| No sleep for the wicked inside
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| It’s a rat race baby and the only choice is, embrace or epitomize
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| Now there’s no chance for god to save us We made our choices
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| In guilt we’ll harvest bad seeds
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| Dead voices sing hymns of worship
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| In the hour of need, we splatter the walls with the red we bleed |