| What you know has never been questioned
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| You sit upon your throne, emptiness surrounded
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| There’s something in the air, electriflying
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| Up rise, revolt and scorn. |
| Break Out the Hammers!
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| I’ve made my choice you make yours
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| This weapon has got a voice
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| Don’t fence me in your walls are paper-thin
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| Your walls are paper
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| Falling like dominos, your back is broken
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| On my trophy wall, your skull’s are token
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| The hunt is on, let’s get ready to rumble
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| I’ve made my choice you make yours
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| This weapon has got a voice
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| Don’t fence me in your walls are paper-thin
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| Your walls are paper
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| I see. |
| you breaking out of life
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| You’ve stepped into the light
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| Your thoughts are clear tonight! |