| This is a song for the sheep
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| Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?
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| Well you shouldn’t be
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| 'Cause evil’s something I couldn’t be
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| My head’s full of teeth, but they’re made for smiling
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| Despite the bodies pilin' up, ignore 'em
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| And look for a door
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| Only an exit, open nothing more
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| I’d rather not get ripped apart
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| Can I trust you with my heart?
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| Go on and draw your boundaries
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| But I’m bound to cross some lines
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| In a world devoid of color
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| There is one I call divine
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| Black is the color of laughter
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| Black is the color of joy
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| Black is the blood on my casket
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| It’s the palette of the void
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| Black is happy-ever-after
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| As tragedy is to befall
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| I blacken my soul with disaster
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| Leave it plastered on the walls
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| Where would a wolf wander without his pack?
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| As sanity sinks and then slips through the cracks?
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| Any lingering light will leak into the black
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| So welcome aboard the train without track
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| Lay back on the surgery table, my hands are unsteady
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| But surely I’m able, of cracking your cage and setting your rage free
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| I’ll replace you if you betray me!
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| Ink hath, runneth over
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| And the tide will only rise
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| But beware the undertow
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| Your final throes are growing nigh!
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| Want a bone? |
| Here’s one, I’ll throw ya'
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| You woke up in someone’s mind
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| Just like I did, so don’t fight it
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| There is nowhere left to hide
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| Death is no such dreadful thing
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| When you can rest in ink
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| This is your lullaby, he’ll set you down to lie
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| Then hang you out to dry
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| And make you proud to die
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| Black is the color of laughter
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| Black is the color of joy
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| Black is the blood on my casket
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| It’s the palette of the void
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| Black is happy-ever-after
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| As tragedy is to befall
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| I blacken my soul with disaster
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| Leave it plastered on the walls
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| What’s an identity but a lie?
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| Cuz the man that I once was, wasn’t I
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| See a monster is all in perspective
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| Pretend that this song is your posthumous lullaby
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| Now your pain is in paint, and I’ll watch it dry
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| Then a permanent stain, you’ll become with time
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| You’re the sideshow, don’t be mistaken
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| Cuz I’m the one takin' home all of the bacon
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| He’s always closin' in
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| The halls are growing dim
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| The walls are closin' in
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| And nothing else is holding him
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| Play your favorite tune aloud
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| To make you braver through your doubt
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| You’ve made your way to proving grounds
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| Stay and face the music now
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| Death is no such dreadful thing
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| When you can rest in ink
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| This is your lullaby, he’ll set you down to lie
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| Then hang you out to dry
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| And make you proud to die
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| Black is the color of laughter
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| Black is the color of joy
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| Black is the blood on my casket
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| It’s the palette of the void
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| Black is happy-ever-after
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| As tragedy is to befall
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| I blacken my soul with disaster
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| Leave it plastered on the walls
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| Death is no such dreadful thing
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| When you can rest in ink
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| This is your lullaby, he’ll set you down to lie
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| Then hang you out to dry
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| And make you proud to die
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| Black is the color of the laughter
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| (Ha ha ha ha ha ha) |