| One by One the angels fell
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| God had sent a horrible plague of deaths
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| Why do you think that God would do a thing like that?
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| Deca presents a new world of sound
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| Back chasing dreams here we go again
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| Run’em down with bloodhounds and dobermans
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| I’m at the mercy of the blowin' wind
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| It’s all open ended like
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| Everything in life 'till your soul ascends
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| From madmartigen
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| To sad harlequin
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| To black hearted kin
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| Flashbacks bar to chems
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| Cardinal sins hypodermics in the garbage bin
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| Marked men follow when the saints go marching in
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| Dreams crack then fade into memory
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| My Pops said that we share the same brain chemistry
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| That’s where I get my appetite for self destruction
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| I need balance I need help adjusting
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| But one day I’ll awaken to state of grace
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| Quit making the same mistake
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| Of abating the pains and aches
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| Maintain a creative space
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| Get loose with the papermate
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| I’ve been waiting for day to break
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| The future is taking shape
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| Remember that language is power
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| I will, I will. |
| I’ll remember that
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| Lone steppenwolf offer no apologies
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| Until their brains snap open
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| God said
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| We’d be in trouble if we ate that fruit
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| Nameless soldier
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| Trying to get over
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| No peace
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| Show teeth hold a grudge
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| Find another soul to judge
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| No peace only blood
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| Nameless soldier
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| Exile driven out
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| Sinner drifting on a cloud
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| Wild child in a crowd
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| No peace
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| No peace only blood
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| Don’t sleep show me love
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| Only blood
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| I chased dragons now I’m chasing the dream
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| They’re both mythic
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| One’s a ball and chain the other’s the soul’s image
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| Restrained manical child so afraid
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| Like somebody’s trying to tear the wings out of my shoulder blades
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| The whole wide world’s obsessed with the false legend
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| You gotta go through hell to get to heaven
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| Me I know the beast well
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| He’s hiding in the flowers and the details
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| Enjoys long walks on the beach and collecting seashells
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| Recording live from the belly of the beached whale
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| East of eden where the fallen angels and the meek dwell
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| Where love’s the color of blood an pure devotion
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| And cascades pools on the ground and forms a notion
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| Deca the bard the penman, deadpan
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| Solitary dreamer, watch the vision expand
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| There’s no time for dogma an genuflection
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| The future is taking shape
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| Lessons in free expression
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| Remember that language is power
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| I will, I will. |
| I’ll remember that
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| Where do we come from, who are we
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| And where are we going
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| Eternal questions never answered
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| God said
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| We’d be in trouble if we ate that fruit
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| Nameless soldier
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| Trying to get over
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| No peace
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| Show teeth hold a grudge
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| Find another soul to judge
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| No peace only blood
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| Nameless soldier
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| Exile driven out
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| Center drifting on a cloud
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| Wild child in a crowd
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| No peace
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| No peace only blood
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| Don’t sleep show me love
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| Only blood |