| Cleave through the casing
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| Carve to the core
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| Burn out the virus
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| Strip out the spore
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| Contaminated
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| There’s nothing pure
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| Reanimated
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| I am the cure
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| Break out your kill cutter
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| Hell in the headspace
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| Insanity it always finds me
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| Keep running but it’s right behind me
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| There is no gravity
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| But I have somehow fallen so far
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| Dead spaces inside me
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| My ghosts will haunt the farthest of stars
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| Hell in the headspace
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| Hallucinate
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| Flesh of a dead race
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| Eviscerate
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| Dead metal hallways
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| Pervert the tools
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| You know they’ll always
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| Subvert the rules
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| Break out your kill cutter
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| Hell in the headspace
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| Insanity it always finds me
|
| Keep running but it’s right behind me
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| There is no gravity
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| But I have somehow fallen so far
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| Dead spaces inside me
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| My ghosts will haunt the farthest of stars
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| It took so long to realise
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| Rip off the blindfold from my eyes
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| A thousand screams I will endure
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| I am the cure
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| I AM THE CURE
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| Break out your kill cutter
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| Hell in the headspace
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| Insanity will alway finds me
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| Keep running but it’s right behind me |