| Well you got nothing to keep me cold in the middle of the night
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| Nothing in your mind to scare me blind
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| Nothing hiding in the deep forest
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| Your madness is getting closer to my lowest interests
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| All the wrongs you made seemed fun before
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| Gotta find new ways to keep the score
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| Still waiting for your ghost to whisper in my ear:
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| «If you follow me!»
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| But if I follow you would you take me down below
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| All that blood left me colour blind
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| Pale concrete left a pain down my spine
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| The elements share my passion for casual crimes
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| As I watch my followers drown into fire
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| I’ve turned to my enemies for salvation
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| Now I fear the day of their rezurrections
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| Still waiting for your ghost to whisper in my ear:
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| «If you follow me!»
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| But if I follow you would you take me down below
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| Cutting my throat so I can breathe
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| Still my voice is strong and clear
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| Speak for those who have nothing to say
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| My hands are weak like on the first day
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| Cutting my throat so I can breathe
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| Still my voice is strong and clear
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| Speak for those who have nothing to say
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| Sick of screaming for those who can not pray
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| Got nothing to keep me cold in the middle of the night
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| Nothing in your mind to scare me f*ckin blind
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| Nothing is hiding in these dark forests
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| Your madness is getting closer to my lowest interests
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| All the wrongs we’ve made were much fun I found
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| Gotta find new ways to keep me to the ground
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| Still waiting for your ghost to whisper in my ear.
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| «If you follow me!»
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| But if I follow you would you take me down below |