| This is the hand that will blind your eyes
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| And split your spine
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| This is the blade that’ll visit your flesh
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| And release the wine
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| Play!
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| You play with toys that have triggers
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| And you hear the lead moves near
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| Play!
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| You play with razors and it hurts, it hurts
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| As you face your fears
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| So face the dark
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| And I’ll teach you about fire
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| In the blink of an eye
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| Now drink the cyanide
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| The worlds collide
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| And you know
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| That it’s pure filth
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| That I hide
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| On these plains, there’s a burning ruin
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| That must be found
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| On these plains, there’s a demon that sleeps
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| It must be unbound
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| Run!
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| You run for the borders
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| Where epistles burn in the arms of man
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| Run!
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| You run among bodies and they scream
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| They scream to bite God’s hand
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| So face the dark
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| And I’ll teach you about fire
|
| In the blink of an eye
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| (Now drink the cyanide)
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| On these plains, there’s a burning ruin
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| That must be found
|
| On these plains, there’s a demon that sleeps
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| It must be unbound
|
| Run!
|
| You run for the borders
|
| Where epistles burn in the arms of man
|
| Run!
|
| You run among bodies and they scream
|
| They scream to bite God’s hand
|
| So face the dark
|
| And I’ll teach you about fire
|
| In the blink of an eye (blink of an eye)
|
| The worlds collide
|
| And you know
|
| That it’s pure filth
|
| That I hide
|
| So face the dark
|
| And I’ll teach you about fire
|
| In the blink of an eye
|
| The worlds collide
|
| And you know
|
| That it’s pure filth
|
| That I hide
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| (Now drink the cyanide)
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| (So face the dark)
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| (And I’ll teach you about fire)
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| (And the blink of an eye)
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| When the dark does what the dark does best
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| It’s darkness!
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| Let the dark do what the dark does best
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| Let there be darkness!
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| So face the dark
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| And I’ll teach you about fire
|
| In the blink of an eye
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| (Now drink the cyanide)
|
| The worlds collide
|
| And you know
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| That it’s pure filth
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| That I hide |