| The beast is alive, inside of me
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| Try to deprive, your will to be
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| A yearning for shelter from deadly storms
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| I feast on your drive, your energy
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| You somehow contrive, to set me free
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| A despising heller in many forms
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| You can’t live your life
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| With me far behind
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| I’m watching you over your shoulder
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| I cut like a knife
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| I’m there to remind you
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| Wake the beholder
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| We are the voices of discontnt
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| We are the ministry of gloom
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| W are the choices of consequent
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| We are the prophets of doom
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| Unseen parasite, with no reprieve
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| I feel out of spite, on your belief
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| I’m casting my shadow on tomorrow
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| I eat at your pride, your self esteem
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| Deceive and I lie, your soul redeem
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| For I am the master of your sorrow
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| You can’t live your life
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| With me far behind
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| I’m watching you over your shoulder
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| I cut like a knife
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| I’m there to remind you
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| Wake the beholder
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| We are the voices of discontent
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| We are the ministry of gloom
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| We are the choices of consequent
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| We are the prophets of doom
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| Everyone’s the same
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| They all believe they’ll change
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| But I decide when it’s over
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| Coz I control your life
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| Your ignorance his rife
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| You’ll never break these chains
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| You can’t live your life
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| With me far behind
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| I’m watching you over your shoulder
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| I cut like a knife
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| I’m there to remind you
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| Wake the beholder
|
| We are the voices of discontent
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| We are the ministry of gloom
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| We are the choices of consequent
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| We are the prophets of doom |