| He’s sitting there with bleeding teeth
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| A poor lost soul on his knees
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| He’s howling and laughing and biting around
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| He’s rolling his eyes and roaring aloud
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| He’s looking at liars, looking at me
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| There’s no excape, no chance to flee
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| In front of him, we’re all the same
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| Locked and imprisoned, that’s his aim
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| Withoud fear, we will die
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| Without fear, we’ll close our eyes
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| We knock at the door at the gates of hell
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| We greet the dead with a wishing well
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| Don’t mess around, we are slaves of hate
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| Hell dog is here, death is our fate
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| We are standing there, no chance to deny
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| Madness and sadness, it’s time to die
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| Lost and burned, no hope for tomorrow
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| Our life was full of pain and sorrow |