| Six bars laid across the sky
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| Four empty walls to fill the time
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| One careless word, you lose your life
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| A grave new world awaits inside
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| Lycanthropic survival instincts
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| Embrace the beast and shun the weak
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| Awake the primal one that sleeps inside
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| Or feel the shiv (er) running through your spine
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| The time is slipping by, no peace in sight
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| But the teeth of time still hold their bite
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| My hands are painted red
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| My future’s painted black
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| I can’t recognize myself
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| I’ve become someone else
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| My hands are painted red
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| My hands are painted red
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| Schizophrenic amnesia
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| Bid goodbye to all you knew and loved
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| Forget the only life that you knew outside
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| They bought the ticket, now you take the ride
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| The time is slipping by no peace in sight
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| But the teeth of time still hold their bite
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| My hands are painted red
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| My future’s painted black
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| I can’t recognize myself
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| I’ve become someone else
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| My hands are painted red
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| My hands are painted red
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| Another number quickly learns the rules
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| A hidden burner waits to point at you
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| A subtle gesture and you’re ventilated
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| Talk isn’t cheap here, bleed out in payment
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| Six bars laid across the sky
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| Four empty walls to fill the time
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| My hands are painted red
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| My future’s painted black
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| I can’t recognize myself
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| I’ve become someone else
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| My hands are painted red
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| My hands are painted red
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| My future’s painted black
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| I can’t recognize myself
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| I’ve become someone else
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| My hands are painted red
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| My hands are painted red |