| Live on the hunted lives
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| Hunted lives forgotten and untold
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| No reason why, no need to cry
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| (It's) in my blood and (it's) in your blood
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| Poison in my vein, I’m striving in vain
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| Torture, killing, fear and pain
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| (It's) in my blood and (It's) in your blood
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| A life to be sold becomes a death to be sold
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| For the ones to hold the bloody holy grail
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| When the supreme fear prevails
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| Our false messiah fails
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| We all will face the fate that is force-fed
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| We dine on death
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| Then we feast on famine
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| We live on lies
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| In the blood to which we bow
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| Death we devour
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| Corpses we consume
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| We wait on our blood
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| To our blood we all bow
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| The beast within never dies
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| (The) scenes from hell we sell;
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| Sins we sell, the scenes from hell
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| Our tears to be shed
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| And the punishment we all are fed
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| Sins we sell, the scenes from hell
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| It’ll never go away
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| (The) scenes from hell we sell;
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| Sins we sell, the scenes from hell
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| Our fears we’re fed
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| To the trap we all are led
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| Sins we sell, the scenes from hell;
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| (Even) your death is their bait
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| Facing the fate, facing their hate
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| You can’t refuse it, you can’t choose it
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| When our God is there to abuse it
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| Burning is my tongue
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| Burning is my tomb
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| Burning are my eyes
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| Burning are my dreams
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| The hunted humanity, a savage in sanity
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| It’s written in my story, the blood-covered glory;
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| I am proud of, I’ll never let them rest in peace
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| It’s a peace in my pain, It’s the greed in my vein
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| To feed my pain, My pain is my stain
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| See the scenes from hell we sell |