| Come to a place I dwell
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| Look into a mirror, then face yourself
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| Stick your tongue out and taste the smell
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| Brace yourself, this place is hell
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| The ground shakes but is it an earthquake? |
| No
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| No Pompeii, show me a volcano
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| I stand ready while my arms are crossed
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| It’s going down, I’ll revel in the aftermath, it’s over
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| You better watch out fi di flames and di fire
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| When judgement come, mek we sing with the choir
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| Because your time’s up, you better make way for it
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| Your time’s up, you better make way for it
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| Your time’s up, your, your time’s up
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| That’s the sound of the music
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| Acting out the scene as the sky turns
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| Black and brown, nobody’s clapping now
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| As my footsteps open and crack the ground
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| All the crowd wanna brawl with the kings
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| My horns grow big while I forfeit my wings
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| As I let out the darkest laugh, I look down
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| I revel in the aftermath, it’s over
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| As I let out the darkest laugh, I look down
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| I revel in the aftermath, it’s over |