| Blood on the walls
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| It embraces the fear that goes on in his mind as he cries out
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| Into the dark room he doesn’t control
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| And don’t see and don’t choose to see his work
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| He won’t hesitate for a minute to reach for everything he ever wanted
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| He could be that star, he could be the one
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| No complications when the game is won, he sees
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| City lights in an instant, he’s going to light the night into a fire
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| As he turns them down with a pitiful look
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| Blessed nitroholic in a pickup truck, he burns
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| He burns
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| Stand or fall, anger says it all
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| Dance to his groove, moral on the move
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| Animal-like and he knows it
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| Still he covers it up when he shows it
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| He’s got time to spare as he’s turning it up
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| No hesitation as he’s ready to drop, he screams
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| Undefined and somewhat normal
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| Still he’s not aware he is mortal
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| He’s got eyes that glow with a beautiful light
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| A mechanical spin roaring in the night, he burns
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| He burns
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| Blood on the walls
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| It embraces the fear that goes on in his mind as he cries out
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| Into the dark room he doesn’t control
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| And don’t see and don’t choose to see his work
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| Fuel driven to expand
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| Memories burning in a mind-like tin can, it’s hard to see
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| Mechanical addict, a drug of choice
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| Somatic/dynamic, it turns into an institution
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| It’s hard to forgive blind perspective
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| Evolve to conceive machine of beauty
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| Veins bleedin' blood red, electrified
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| Human yet still bred, full automatic
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| Concept of mind
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| Anger grows in time
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| Dance to his groove
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| Moral on the move
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| Out of his mind for a minute
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| It seems like nobody is willing to let him spin it
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| With a pounding heart in a body of steel
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| The mechanical spin with a mind at the wheel
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| He sees the…
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| Blood on the walls
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| It embraces the fear that goes on in his mind as he cries out
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| Into the dark room he doesn’t control
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| And don’t see and don’t choose to see his work |