| Increasing heat, smoke in the air
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| Lights on the stage, hair everywhere
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| Sweat is pouring on your back
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| The pressure is building up
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| The time you’ve longed for is about to start!
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| Terror is about to end
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| Your body is drained from all that you have
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| But nevertheless you’re content
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| The thing you hate has ended
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| Metal blasting through your head
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| You love it when your dead!
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| Headrush!
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| Bang your head against the stage
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| Headrush
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| Hipping out as the volume gets higher!
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| Headrush…
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| Anxiety comes crawling when moist of flesh is closing in
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| Nothing goes up to this feeling
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| Bodies everywhere for one cause
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| To have fun and mosh around
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| Terror’s here to please you all!
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| The time has come to raise your fists
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| Come race with us and slash your wrists
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| Put on your boots and dye your hair
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| Go get some booze cause we don’t care
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| Headrush!
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| Bang your head against the stage
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| Headrush
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| Hipping out as the volume gets higher!
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| Headrush…
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| Hell!
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| Don’t break the spell
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| Yeah!!!
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| The time has come to raise your fists
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| Come race with us and slash your wrists
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| Put on your boots and dye your hair
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| Go get some booze cause we don’t care
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| The time has come to raise your fists
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| Come race with us |