| I can feel the poison
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| In the pulse pounding straight trough my head
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| Feel the fever, its in me, in this heart of lead
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| I can feel some strange things
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| Crawling their way under my skin
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| The line I’m hanging on wears dangerously thin
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| Now I can see, your love twisted me
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| You’ll never be free of me
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| I’ll see the colour of your blood
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| The colour of your blood on my hands
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| The colour of your blood
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| The face of the moon turns colder
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| A grinning skull with bleeding eyes
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| Knowing that it ain’t real, I’m glad to believe in lies
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| The death comes so tempting
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| My hand feels so good holding some steel
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| The reason why you can’t live, the hurt you made me feel
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| Now I can see, what your love did to me
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| You’ll never be free of me
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| I’ll see the colour of your blood
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| I’m a man with no flesh
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| Your betrayal stripped me to the bone
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| But I won’t be resting until your life is blown
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| Now I can see, what your love did to me
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| You’ll never be free of me
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| I’ll see the colour of your blood |