| Open your eyes to the under God
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| Arouse, in flame, temper
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| Seize this moment it’s his appetite
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| Not to be, undermined, insane rage>/P>
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| Cyclones though, like a hurricane
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| Your diminutive microcosm lies in your hands
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| Pray to God by a dying sun
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| The salvation of hungry Gods
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| Try to control rabidity
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| Gritting, in, red
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| Try to control rabidity
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| Gritting, in, red
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| Reach out, reach out into the flames
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| You lack the will to bend my friend
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| Grimace, a ghastly green glow
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| Always waiting for the weak
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| Words of gospel, infected lies
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| His diminutive microcosm lies your hands
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| Try to control rabidity
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| Gritting, in, red
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| Try to control rabidity
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| Gritting, in, red
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| In my minds eye I can see your soul
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| In my minds eye this is the death roll
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| Not what you think, you can’t feel
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| Not what you think, you can’t breathe
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| In my minds eye I now own your soul
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| (far away, far away, far away, far away)
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| In my minds eye this is the death roll |