| We float in space and follow the pace
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| Of a clock designed by His Will
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| Satan shall reap what God has sown
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| Blackness comes, colors go
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| You run, you hide but Satan can find the cowards
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| That live by His side
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| The needle rotates, a lie it creates
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| But then it stands still and kills
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| If heaven is here, it will stay here
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| Hell is a place full of clocks
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| Satan is time
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| Ο διάβολος είναι ο χρόνος
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| Ο χρόνος είναι ο διάβολος
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| Irreversible time is smooth to the touch
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| A reaper disguised as charm
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| The pace Satan dictates, the much he creates
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| A cycle of death and death
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| You run, you hide but Satan can find
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| The cowards that live by His side, eat from His hand…
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| We float in space and follow the pace
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| Of a clock designed by His Will
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| Satan shall reap what God has sown
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| Hell is a place full of clocks |