| Postironic welaugh dream in sonic
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| Diamond overload
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| Drenched in fear by struck of lightning
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| Cause we’re only listening with one ear now
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| This organism rips us apart, it feasts on us Song of the damned, never ends, so don’t pretend
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| We are condemned where we stand, where we stand
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| This machine creates
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| what in some people’s mouth is called art
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| Too hard to comprehend
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| Too hard but will not bend, we will not bend
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| So why are we trusting those cynical souls
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| Bleeding, aching, bleeding, aching-bleeding
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| with hearts open wide all so cold
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| Live for the moment get killed for the thrill
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| Bleeding, aching, bleeding, aching bleeding for nothing
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| for we’ve seen it all
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| Fast and furious we’re riding with serpent speed
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| Through the essence, through the greed
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| Forcing ourselves to overcome this mystery
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| This restless degradation
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| temptation and our endless lust
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| Will bring us down — will bring us deeper down!
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| So why are we trusting those cynical souls
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| Bleeding, aching, bleeding, aching-bleeding with hearts
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| open wide all so cold
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| Live for the moment get killed for the thrill
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| Bleeding, aching, bleeding, aching bleeding for nothing
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| for we’ve seen it all
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| Lead Wichers
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| Postironic we laugh dream in sonic
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| Diamond overload
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| Drenched in fear by struck of lightning
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| Cause we’re only listening with one ear now
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| This organism rips us apart, it feasts on us Song of the damned, never ends, so don’t pretend
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| We are condemned where we stand, where we stand
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| Song of the damned, never ends, so don’t pretend
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| We are condemned where we stand, where we stand
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| Song of the damned, never ends, so don’t pretend
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| We are condemned where we stand, where we stand |