| A cauldron of cults leads the ambush of thoughts in
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| My mind
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| Doctrines of demons that crawl in my eyes leave me
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| Dancing blind
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| The passport of horrible manifestations and lies
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| Inducing eruptions, disfiguring plains in its silent cries
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| The lust in the void is desolate and needing
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| The alienation is tenuous and breathing
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| Into the hunger circle a stranger awaits
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| Inside the hunger circle the heretic reigns
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| Into the hunger circle, into the altered states
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| The keeper of the killing streets
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| Will wake up screaming crisis in his game
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| The perilous tide from the ominous side of the lines
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| Is thriving, relentlessly transporting glassy-eyed
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| Warning signs
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| The kinds of malice is sheer mutilation of love
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| The epidemic of flesh and convulsion is sickened
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| Perversion above
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| A prayer for the dying, a kiss for the last
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| A tear for the crying, a hit for the cast
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| Into the hunger circle a stranger awaits
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| Inside the hunger circle the heretic reigns
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| Into the hunger circle, into the altered states
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| The keeper of the killing streets
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| Will wake up screaming crisis in his game
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| The bleeding oppression of millions of victims is done
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| The wealthiest nation on earth must provide for its
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| Waiting son
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| His arsenic is rising …
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| Come inside the genocide ride
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| Look what you’ve done to me
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| Look what you’ve done to my world
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| Here comes the flood to release me
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| Here comes the turn
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| Fighting the hunger circle, standing alone
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| Lighting the hunger circle, vision is shown
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| Dying, the hunger circle, die in the face of pain
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| The keeper of the killing streets is sleeping now
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| And dreaming of my name |