| Heavy is the head that bears the crown
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| When the world you know turns upside down
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| Vultures circle from above
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| We’re all a pile of bones
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| Burn bright my friends you kings and queens
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| Through endless nights, worst ever seen
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| Dark so cold, sticks and stones
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| We’re all a pile of bones
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| I grind my teeth at night, I clearly see
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| We share the same destination
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| I grind my teeth hard through the night, transmissive I clearly see
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| We share the same destination, death!
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| Still need something by my side
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| Chasing something undefined
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| A sickness turning in my head
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| But I’m not dead
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| Searching through my desert soul
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| An empty heart, without control
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| One more chance to make things right
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| Before my shadow slowly dies
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| Transmissive
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| In every step that I take, head for a destination
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| Wake up, think ahead
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| Dissmissive
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| You destroy, I create
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| Why build it up to tear it down
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| I grind my teeth at night, I clearly see
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| We share the same destination
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| I grind my teeth hard through the night, transmissive I clearly see
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| We share the same destination, death!
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| Transmissive
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| In every step that I take, head for a destination
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| Wake up, think ahead
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| Dissmissive
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| You destroy, I create
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| Why build it up to tear it down
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| Wake, wake up
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| We share the same destination
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| Wake up, wake up
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| We share the same destination
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| Transmissive
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| In every step that I take, head for a destination
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| Wake up, think ahead
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| Dissmissive
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| You destroy, I create
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| Why build it up to tear it down |