| What do you do when you lost faith?
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| Just pretend it’s nothing
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| A crown of thorns on your head
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| You are the king of the damned
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| Now you’re here, your body drained
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| A victim of betrayal by your own kind
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| They followed you, now they sold your soul to the devil
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| Theme: Delahaye
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| Rusty nails through your hands
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| Rusty nails through your soul
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| Rusty nails, spikes in your flesh
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| Rusty nails, blood in your eyes
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| After a day your body’s sore
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| Flies feasting on your body
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| Your mouth is dry, your brain is numb
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| Constant hallucinations
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| The criminals hanging next to you blabber all kinds of bullshit
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| It makes you crazy, it drives you mad
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| You wished them dead now don’t you?
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| Theme: Delahaye
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| Rusty nails through your hands
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| Rusty nails through your soul
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| Rusty nails, spikes in your flesh
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| Rusty nails, blood drips in your eyes
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| Long was the walk through Jerusalem
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| Dragging the cross all through the streets
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| Lost all contact with sanity
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| Hallucinations torture your feeble mind
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| Temptations of lust and blasphemy
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| Sucked dry by the whores of Babylon
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| Lead: Delahaye
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| Rusty nails through your hands
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| Rusty nails through your soul
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| Rusty nails, spikes in your flesh
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| Rusty nails, blood drips in your eyes
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| Rusty nails through your hands
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| Rusty nails through your soul
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| Rusty nails, rusty nails
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| Rusty nails |