| Are we going to die? |
| I think so.
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| Going nowhere fast, as if it’s all we know
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| Tied up, beaten, tortured, with no place else to go We’ve all been through this, some with scars to show
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| Driving forward, falling towards impending doom
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| Intoxicated by the blood of the moon
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| I’ve driven in the final nail into my coffin
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| My head is killing me, reminding me Of what I have done to myself
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| This is the end of life as we know it Following the path chosen by our guide
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| A giant of a man, living two different lives
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| Not a moment’s grace, this is where we draw the line
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| Face our fears or face the facts, this is where we die
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| We’re on our own
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| But in this together
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| This is the end, prepare to die |