| Welcome to the American dream
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| Your nightmare realized
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| Things ain’t always quite what they seem
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| Your worst fears come to life
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| My eyes are bleeding again
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| Have been and will since I don’t know when
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| The pain tells me I’m alive
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| I’m in control and I will survive
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| The pain tells me I’m alive
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| I am alive
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| Welcome to the new devil’s church
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| City streets and alleyways
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| Seems to me he’s found a new perch
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| In the place where your child plays
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| My hands are bleeding again
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| Have been and will since I don’t know when
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| The pain tells me I’m alive
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| I’m in control and I will survive
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| The pain tells me I’m alive
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| I am alive
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| Trapped within these four walls
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| Locked inside your mind
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| Turning reason into treason
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| Confronted and confined
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| Your candle slowly fading
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| Turning light and life to dust
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| For memory and things to be are false
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| Without true trust
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| Your needle isn’t sharp enough
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| To puncture through my vein
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| Your false Gods aren’t real enough
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| To even scratch my soul
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| You think you’re clutching diamonds
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| When all you really have is coal
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| My feet are bleeding again
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| Have been an will since I don’t know when
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| The pain tells me I’m alive
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| I’m in control and I will survive
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| The pain tells me I’m alive
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| I am alive |