| I ride the storm
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| I’ve gotta be cool
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| There’s something wrong with me
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| As I try to be everything
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| Never should’ve left my mothers womb
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| Step aside for the genocide I’m a lonley man who’s mad
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| I alone could erase the world
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| There are precious lives at stake
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| Moving fast in the dark of night
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| I’m a hundred miles from home
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| Stare into my black deep eyes
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| And behold the coming past
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| The coming
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| Of all the monsters made up in my mind
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| You better belive it
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| The coming
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| Nothing remains except the clouded memories
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| The coming past
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| I’m sick, I’m drained
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| I try to stay cool
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| Like there’s nothing wrong with me
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| When I feel I can do anything
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| It all just hits me right in the face
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| Hiding from it all
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| Wherever I step the ground beneath turns sour
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| The coming
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| So I guess you’ve seen it all before
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| But you better belive it
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| The coming
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| Get away before the truth unfolds on you
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| I am a man about to burst
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| Crawling, feeding off the ground
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| Needing, craving, lust for blood
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| Moaning, yelling, screamign, shouting
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| Feeling nothing, couldn’t care less
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| I hate you
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| I roam, I rule
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| At least I think I do, so help me now
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| If I ever had a chance
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| I would go back and change it all
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| Step aside for my genocide |