| Enter the city that never rests
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| From the fear of waking in the lion’s den
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| Let the joyous hunt begin
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| Place your blindfold to the task
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| Victim by day, culprit by night
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| The enemy hide right beneath your mask
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| Empty the barrel on the glass
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| Cause the gun cuts both ways — cuts both ways!
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| As you’re drawn to the spiral
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| The clock will count your days — count your days!
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| The infection is contagious
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| Acceptable crimes, punishable acts
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| Bang bang — kill them all!
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| You’re the critical being, rotten to the core
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| Flesh stung by a wasp
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| And the stinger falls to the ground
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| Empty the barrel on the glass
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| Cause the gun cuts both ways — cuts both ways!
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| As you’re drawn to the spiral
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| The clock will count your days — count your days!
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| I’m a monster in their eyes
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| but they fail to see
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| They created… me
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| They created… me
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| Empty the barrel on the glass
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| Cause the gun cuts both ways — cuts both ways!
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| As you’re drawn to the spiral
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| The clock will count your days — count your days — count your days! |