| Winter’s breath feels so cold
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| Calling chaos from control
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| Depths of madness to unfold
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| As my inner demons feed
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| A battery that’s charged inside
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| Powering my redrum ride
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| Dr. Jeckyll quickly turns to Hyde
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| Now there’s no blood left to bleed
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| Born of anger
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| Blinded by the rage that burns in me
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| Born of anger
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| Driving me insane I can’t break free
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| Stare into my lifeless eyes
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| Feel the flames of hatred rise
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| Fueled by my accuser’s lies
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| I’m a man without redemption
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| On broken glass I walk alone
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| A bed of nails I call my home
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| Veins of ice and heart of stone
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| A tribute to aggression
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| Don’t waste your time to understand me
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| Psychoanalyze and pry just so you can brand me
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| I am the child of hope that has died
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| Twisting and turning with venom inside
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| From this world I am freed only then you will see
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| The monster you have made…
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| Of me
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| Solitude becomes my song
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| Silence slowly screams along
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| The choir’s chorus heard so strong
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| The symphony begins
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| An impulse sent straight to my brain
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| One false move against my grain
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| Violence erupts again
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| The madness always wins |