| welcome to the wasteland
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| that is my life
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| I wonder how the world will
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| taste today when everything looks grey
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| I can’t go back there again
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| there I see faces of my children
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| and messages written on walls
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| with their blood
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| when the treat rushes into my veins
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| lift me up in the sky
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| the warm and lovely adrenaline
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| the trusted friend of mine
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| however it comes with a price
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| more is always more
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| and satisfaction is what I need
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| as I express myself
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| victims are always left behind
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| if I’m killing time
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| it is time that I really need
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| so is it wrong to feel alive
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| what means to be free
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| when I enter the killing fields
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| and let adrenaline take over me
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| I take my dose to feel alive
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| you’ll see what I mean
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| when the colours return to me
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| is this what I really need
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| sometimes murder
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| and sometimes whores
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| sometimes happy
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| but mostly I just need more
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| give me tension
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| give me gore
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| give a bit of lust and serve instincts raw
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| I’m the lord of lies lying on the cold floor
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| dry dust fills my mouth
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| lets double the dose
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| always looking for new ways to feel
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| let the mystery ride heal me
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| so is it wrong to feel alive
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| what means to be free
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| when I enter the killing fields
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| and let adrenaline take over me
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| I take my dose to feel alive
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| you’ll see what I mean
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| when the colours return to me
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| is this what I really need
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| once again colours are
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| vanishing from my life
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| dust swallows everything I touch
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| like some dark Midas
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| I venture forth
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| laying waste around me
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| then I
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| kill ‘em slay ‘em fuck ‘em
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| use them in every way
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| break ‘em shake ‘em take ‘em
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| whatever gives me my fix
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| lay ‘em flay ‘em nail ‘em
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| dominating everything
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| kick ‘em wreck ‘em fool ‘em
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| steal their colours away
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| so is it wrong to feel alive
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| what means to be free
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| when I enter the killing fields
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| and let adrenaline take over me
|
| so is it wrong to feel alive
|
| what means to be free
|
| when I enter the killing fields
|
| and let adrenaline take over me
|
| I take my dose to feel alive
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| you’ll see what I mean
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| when the colours return to me
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| is this what I really need |