| Lightning stricks and when it hits
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| It tears the night open like a temporal rift
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| The man with X-rays
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| Now can you fathom
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| That he can sense every atom
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| Behind your face and in your mind
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| That kid looking at you
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| With the plan sublime
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| He’s the one he’s the killer
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| Shallow grave filler
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| There’s no one iller than those that
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| Seen too much combat the dehumanizer
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| Nothing but pain and blackness lie where
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| The conscious mind regenerates
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| War hero or norman bates
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| Might as well been a MIA
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| Came back stateside and he fades away
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| gotta chip on his shoulder but who wouldn’t
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| Sold down the river no support or nothing
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| Mind full on rads dipped in nitro
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| Command center for going psycho
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| Ex-recon ranger one in the chamber
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| An arc of cover-fire urban jungle slayer
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| Skies lit like tracer green
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| Creeping through the folds
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| Running down a dream
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| Enemies on the scene like a haze of smoke
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| Sleepwalker done feel into a snipers scope
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| Snipers wanna know should they
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| Take the shot affirmative
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| Cuz this nightmare stops
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| In a plume of smoke the room erupts
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| Backed down a corridor had to give it up
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| Slam the sector door cuz the sectors hot
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| Bring my barrel to bear
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| Now i’m ready to rock
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| Cuz i’m here yeah going for mine
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| Burndown planetbound barely surivied
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| Crash on the cut screen
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| Lag in the bit streams
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| Fagmented dreams of blue skies
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| On an open range
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| But a nightmare awake
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| Still running the game
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| Of red skies reflecting on the sheen
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| Of my costom skin like a black screen uh
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| Bogey in my sight busts
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| Through the rank and file like i swing a
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| Sword of righteous
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| Snapped in two by the gates of hell
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| Cuz i’m in too deep
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| no radio for help
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| Just the dagger of the mind
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| And i’m cutting through it blind
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| Til i fade out uh
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| Reborn again always the past
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| Schematic pain of
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| Acid bath on the skin
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| Another blow to the chin
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| I’d put a round in my head
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| If it wasn’t for the strings
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| Pulling me down the wrong path
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| Punching on the keys
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| I can’t help but laugh
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| At the insane walls
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| Trip out |