| The weapons are cheap here for the C4 at heart
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| The Semtex is right there, the past is gone before the future starts
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| Smile — you’re in between black sheets, where your ethics cheat
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| Smile — your tongue licks on spoiled meat, it’s raw and sweet
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| Ride!
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| Ride the blackest times, it will haunt your eyes
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| Ride the dark
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| This is the shade that you idolize
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| A god with Cotard’s syndrome, the perfect lame imbecile
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| A spirit built from bones, our history breed what future kills
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| Shine — you’re sold on the wet streets, where your conflicts meet
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| Shine — yor mind feast and night shrieks, a bloody treat
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| Ride!
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| Ride the blackest times, it will haunt your eyes
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| Ride the dark
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| This is the shade that you idolize
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| Smile — you’re in between black sheets
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| Smile — your tongue licks on spoiled meat, it’s raw and sweet
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| Torn from the rays of dawn
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| The spectrum’s black for the shattered spawn
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| Crushed by the hammer’s head
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| Watch our eyeballs rust and hopes turn dead
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| Ride!
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| Ride the blackest times, it will haunt your eyes
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| Ride the dark
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| This is the shade that you idolize as the judgements rise |