| Weaving a thread round your heart and your soul. |
| Decieving your eyes and
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| delaying your goal
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| Ships in the night when they pass out of sight. |
| Deliver their cargo of eartly
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| delights
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| To the women and the children the souls of the dead. |
| I’ve opened their book and
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| no mercy is shed
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| You want forgiveness and you want it cheap. |
| I don’t give redemption rewards for
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| the meek
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| Suffering evil when you pay the price of fame. |
| There isn’t a god to save you if
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| you don’t save yourself
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| You can’t blame a madman for this if you go insane. |
| Give me the strength so I
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| carry on
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| Trapped in the web but I cut the threads. |
| Show you the gates of tomorrow
|
| Trapped in the web no mercy is shed. |
| Show you the gates of tomorrow
|
| Trapped in the web slaves to the dead. |
| Show you the gates of tomorrow
|
| Trapped in the web but I cut the threads. |
| Show you the gates of tomorrow
|
| Suffering evil when you pay the price of fame. |
| There isn’t a god to save you if
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| you don’t save yourself
|
| You can’t blame a madman for this if you go insane. |
| Give me the strength so I
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| carry on
|
| Trapped in the web but I cut the threads. |
| Show you the gates of tomorrow
|
| Trapped in the web slaves to the dead. |
| Show you the gates of tomorrow
|
| Trapped in the web no mercy is shed. |
| Show you the gates of tomorrow
|
| Trapped in the web but I cut the threads. |
| Show you the gates of tomorrow |