| Give it death 'til it comes alive
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| Give it death
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| We stare forever at the vivid black sky
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| Laid out across the crimson fields
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| And so we start it all over again
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| Satisfaction shouts in a glamorous tongues
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| Give it life and trust its deafening eyes
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| Its well is vile, its breathless and cold
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| So give it death 'til it comes alive
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| Give it death 'til it comes alive
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| Give it death 'til it comes alive
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| The struggle is imaginary
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| How much evidence do you need?
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| History is unpredictable
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| It’s the future that is absolute
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| And so we start it all over again
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| A quiet weapon for a peaceful kill
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| A quiet weapon for a peaceful kill
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| A quiet weapon for a peaceful kill
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| I’ve been alive for a thousand years
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| I couldn’t take another day
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| So give it death 'til it comes alive
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| So give it death 'til it comes alive
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| Give it death
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| So give it death 'til it comes alive |