| Tonight, a black out
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| A panic attack plan with no time to figure it out
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| We’ve issued a code red already dead
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| No open sign, no beak of light
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| That said:
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| Don’t give it away
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| You want the truth
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| Its all answers now
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| All hands on deck we’re going down
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| All hands on deck we’re going down
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| Screaming, the end is near
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| So rest in peace cause we’re the ones that put ourselves here
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| Water rises, now hold your breath and count down
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| This ship of sinners and saints are just waiting to drown
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| Don’t give it away
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| You want the truth
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| Its all answers now
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| All hands on deck, we’re going down
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| No plan but ours can take us now
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| So try to understand
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| Since we got lost and we get tossed around
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| All hands on deck we’re going down
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| Aaaaaaaaaa
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| Aaaaaaaaaa
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| Of all the chaos and order there’s no drift to catch the law of the unknown
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| So take refunds on your borders where
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| The truth is that we all must die alone
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| All hands on deck we’re going down
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| No plan but ours can take us now
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| So try understand
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| Since we got lost and we get tossed around
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| All hands on deck we’re going down |