| Hey, what do you think
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| Hey, what do you do
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| I love variety
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| I disagree with society
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| We don’t have to sit and wait
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| As financial market’s bait
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| Pitch black
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| There’s nothing left to see
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| Pitch black
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| No time to disagree
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| Pitch black
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| We’re crawling down the cave
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| Pitch black
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| Into society’s own grave
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| Pitch black
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| Hey, what do you think
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| Hey, what do you do
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| Everything is f*cked up
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| Seems nobody’s got a clue
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| Hey, what do you think
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| Hey, what do you do
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| I got a rope around my neck
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| Hey, my future is pitch black
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| Pitch black (x4)
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| Pitch black
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| There’s nothing left to see
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| Pitch black
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| No time to disagree
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| Pitch black
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| We’re crawling down the cave
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| Pitch black
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| Into society’s own grave
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| Pitch black
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| It’s like we’re their cattle
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| Devouring ourselves
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| They don’t know how deep they’ll fall
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| Their critical angle of attack
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| Brings society to stall
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| Pitch black
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| There’s nothing left to see
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| Pitch black
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| No time to disagree
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| Pitch black
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| We’re crawling down the cave
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| Pitch black
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| Into society’s own grave
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| Pitch black
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| Pitch black (x4)
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| Come to me
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| I am here
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| Yes, it’s pitch black
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| Think off the beaten track
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| The idea becomes a sun
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| Just hold my hand
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| And start to run
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| Creation always leads to stain
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| They might kill you again and again
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| Life is sex, is his crown
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| I’ll never let you down
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| Creation always leaves a stain
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| They might kill — again and again
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| But life is existence’s crown
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| I’d never let you down
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| Pitch black
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| I will never let you down
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| Pitch black
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| I will never let you down
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| Pitch black
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| Pitch black
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| Pitch black |