| I can feel your destruction building up under pressure
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| I carry on like a ghost, but I’m addicted to a time bomb
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| Just another, just another hit from this eight-shot party barrel
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| Get the wolves and feed their souls
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| Can’t figure out where we’re meant to be
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| Stuck in here with a siren screaming
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| We try to leave
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| Just turn the clocks back over
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| Can we go back to the start once more?
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| Just holding on like when we were younger
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| That night was pure
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| We drove forever
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| I can steal that young heart
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| But by God, I’m on the market for a barrel of fresh blood
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| Give me a way home
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| Give me a way out, here comes dawn
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| I need a fucking hero
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| To show me a way out of this storm
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| I hope that one day to bring us back
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| From the depths, from the scars, from everything turning black
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| The midnight ghosts are woken
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| Get it back, that hunger
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| Get it screaming, get those bones back on the fire
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| Embrace thrasher
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| They keep coming back stronger
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| They keep coming back stronger
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| Come and attack, come and attack
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| Hope, faith, blind, fear, cult, set
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| Give me a way home
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| Give me a way out, here comes dawn
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| I need a fucking hero
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| To show me a way out of this storm
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| They started installing dread just like they knew they could
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| Those perfect hearts burst to flames just like they knew they would
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| Belief in chemicals, releasing monsters
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| This failing empire will suck them all to hell
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| Darker, deeper, wiser
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| Stronger, unholy, corrupted
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| Darker, deeper
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| Unholy, corrupted
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| Give me a way home
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| Give me a way out, here comes dawn
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| I can steal that young heart
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| But by God, I’m on the market for a barrel of fresh blood
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| I need a fucking hero
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| To show me a way out of this storm
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| I’ll ask again
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| But I say falling on deaf ears under that broken back and bloody gun |