| Born in fire, built in this empire
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| Can’t get no higher or stop my desire
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| Dark riders, we be pulling all nighters
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| Never see us perspire, built in this empire
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| Born in fire, built in this empire
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| Can’t get no higher or stop my desire
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| Dark riders, we be pulling all nighters
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| Never see us perspire, built in this empire
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| Go to the launch, blow the fuck out the insubordinate
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| Roll a quarter in the plant can’t change the co-ordinates
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| Encore threatened by force past the limit
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| Mutilate the meak, terrorize the timid
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| Murder in a minute then it’s mission accomplished
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| Corner the confused than stomp with my accomplice
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| Figurously weak, disfigure at random
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| Still remain the most fame in this chain of commandments
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| Branded as the beast this is Mad Child unleashed
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| God bless the mastepiece once sinner within a peace
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| Release the hell cell with a demented twist
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| Bet with the unscented this inventiveness
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| Pay dues man, come on, I spent the rent on this
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| Reap the world with these experimentalists
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| No time for gentleness, I got moves to make
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| Have fun riding the same bus that I used to take
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| Chemical weapons specialist is here to defuse
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| The shit you called the bomb because of yesterdays news
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| Born in fire buit in this empire
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| Can’t get no higher or stop my desire
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| Dark riders, we be pulling all nighters
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| Never see us perspire, built in this empire
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| Born in fire, built in this empire
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| Can’t get no higher or stop my desire
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| Dark riders, we be pulling all nighters
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| Never see us perspire, built in this empire
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| The superficial, meta-morphing their bodies to pixel
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| Trying to lose me cause they know I go for gristle
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| This will eventually run it’s natural course
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| And the weasels who ran stand in the house of the lords
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| Us, they cannonball crushing misguided angel
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| Bent on performance and the symbol of our label
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| It’s simple, the cradle to the grave and so forth
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| You heard of those speaches by those breaching the default
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| Sea salt, eye of newt, Horn of Bison
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| I sworn allengiance to the league of striking lightning
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| We fall when we choose and confuse you with patterns
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| The legend of the two who induced you like dragons
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| We swipe, like swooping gargoyles of St. Catharine
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| I’m taking parts apart of parts unimagined
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| It happens, when lacking a variety of guidance
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| The good ones die young and dive into the silence
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| Born in fire, built in this empire
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| Can’t get no higher or stop my desire
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| Dark riders, we be pulling all nighters
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| Never see us perspire, built in this empire
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| Born in fire, built in this empire
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| Can’t get no higher or stop my desire
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| Dark riders, we be pulling all nighters
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| Never see us perspire, built in this empire
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| The torment, of getting caught up in a moment
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| And having to be on the recieving end of my orbit
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| This axis, acts this light and dark passage
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| And guides me past the sticks, river floating caskets
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| Come on and collapsing lungs and charcoal tablets
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| The howling wolf pack who dwells in echoing madness
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| Caged driven rage living in veins of access
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| Incase the driven and icisions are the progress
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| Check the flip side of the corn, dark riders perform
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| Words rip through your skull, tucked inside of the storm
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| It’s hard to hide if you’re warm, blooded withstands heat
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| Predators that feed off flesh to make ends meet
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| Isn’t guarenteed, what, death is instantanious
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| Mercilessly, we name the miscellanious
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| Conquer all my challenges by reaching within
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| Then Mad Child leaves with the screetch of the wind
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| Born in fire, built in this empire
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| Can’t get no higher or stop my desire
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| Dark riders, we be pulling all nighters
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| Never see us perspire, built in this empire
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| Born in fire, built in this empire
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| Can’t get no higher or stop my desire
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| Dark riders, we be pulling all nighters
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| Never see us perspire, built in this empire |