| The dead are coming back to life
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| Does it hurt you to know that
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| It doesn’t hurt me at all?
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| Oh how they love to see the mighty fall
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| Does it make me a bad person
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| That I can’t wait for you to see what’s coming?
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| Before you know it, they’ll send a flood of knives
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| Eager to hit your spine
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| This isn’t violence no. |
| Fantasy justice yeah
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| The world’s an empty stage and we’re just watching it
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| Spite becomes routine
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| Harrowing questions have easier answers
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| There will be hell to pay
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| There will be hell to pay
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| The dead are coming back
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| There will be hell to pay
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| And you see what’s coming
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| Before you know it, they’ll send a flood of knives
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| Eager to hit your spine
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| This isn’t violence no. |
| Fantasy justice yeah
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| The world’s an empty stage and we’re just watching it
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| Spite becomes routine
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| Harrowing questions have easier answers
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| So crack the chest. |
| Open and operate
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| Tie up the lungs with the debt because there’s nothing to save
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| Send the feet to the fields and the fire
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| Bill the hands, because there’s hell to pay
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| Because there’s hell to pay
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| Hell to pay
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| So crack the chest. |
| Open and operate
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| Tie up the lungs with the debt because there’s nothing to save
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| Send the feet to the fields and the fire
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| Because there’s hell to pay |