| I come from it, but it seems impossible to run from it
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| All the evil I did to people then could none stomach?
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| No, 'cause when my spirits go up, now every one plummets
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| I can light all, with this angel but that demon will make the brightfall
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| When your angle is to reason with those who night crawl
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| Psycho searchin' so they get even with a life you lost and was leavin'
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| But it might be costin' this season, when the fight calls
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| People change their life of sin
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| Then try to negate the back, they aimed the knife within
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| A shame, I can win the game, be nice to friends
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| Then bang, my revenge, it came to wipe this grin then pain
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| Fight your demons I’d advise it, it’s there no matter how you try to hide it
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| In private, you’re runnin' from the people that despise it
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| Don’t you lie and deny this, sick hybrid
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| Angel demon ain’t no leavin' either one
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| Can’t take it back where you got the evil from
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| This magnitude, the angel will need a gun
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| So much evil I saw, in the past when I was bad, now I’m right y’all
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| But evil remains to make the brightfall
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| God knows I’m trying
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| It seems like I’m always fighting
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| For my life, for my soul
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| This won’t bring me down
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| All I want is heaven but evil forces, they follow me
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| Plottin' on my body to attempt to torch it or hollow me
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| I cannot let the depths of Hell to rise up and swallow me
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| I’m tryna make it where the other angels and God’ll be
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| This is terrible, fightin' the past me is unbearable
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| Never really mattered if my symbols and outfit were clerical
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| Judgin' today for past demons make me hysterical
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| Darkness is blindin', take me back in the city of Jericho
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| Darkness will not win, my heart is really not grim
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| But the chances of me becomin' pure angel has got slim
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| I’m stuck and I’m blocked in, brightness, the plots been
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| Wanna frolic in God, I’m lookin' for solace but it got dim
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| How can I detach from the past, the heinous acts
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| Will I last? |
| Will they attack with a blast?
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| When the night calls, it’s gonna be a nice brawl
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| For the darkness to come and make my brightfall
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| Get it out! |
| Spit it out! |
| Evil in ya mix, rid it out
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| Don’t ever wanna see, what that pit about
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| We just stomp, we just thump, we just grit it out
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| Get it out! |
| Spit it out! |
| Evil in ya mix, rid it out
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| Don’t ever wanna see, what that pit about
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| We just stomp, we just thump, we just grit it out
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| I’m fighting for a bright life
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| But evil wanna consume me and my soul is the right price
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| That would literally be a fright night
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| But I ain’t sellin' my soul to hell, angels yellin' propellin' flight heights
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| Wanna spread these angel wings
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| But they have wicked entangled things
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| Like steamin' hot tar with the stench of brimstone
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| Knee in God’s yard, can I repent the sin gone?
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| Did that, done that, then the evil comes back
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| Runnin' from myself, it seems it ain’t no runnin' from that
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| Just when you wanna start anew
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| They judge you on what you used to be, thus makin' it harder to
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| But I refuse to lose, even if I gotta be banged and bruised
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| Why do we have to battle just to go the bright route?
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| Oh well, I’m 'bout to beat this Hell until it’s lights out
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| Alive and I’m well, did I win in hell? |
| The fight just to save my soul
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| 'Cause time and time again, when I crawl to the light, I land in sin
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| Now my sins so far away, that darkness will never find me
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| Hideous, hideous, grotesque, grotesque
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| Hideous, hideous, grotesque, grotesque
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| Hideous, hideous, grotesque, grotesque
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| Hideous, hideous, grotesque, grotesque
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| Hideous, hideous, grotesque, grotesque
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| Hideous, hideous, grotesque, grotesque
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| Hideous, hideous, grotesque, grotesque |