| An apparition; |
| awoken
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| With an urge to own and occupy
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| Who ever said this was easy?
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| A majesty’s massacre floods the fields of red
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| Blood to your body naturally rushes the blood to your head
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| To your head!
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| And now, with our hands in line, these arms move tonight
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| And we cry (whoa) «we can not allow this, this is terrible!»
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| With ideals, we’re idle as they lust for more
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| Whoa, if we settle the score
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| We’ve never been so excited to see you before!
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| In the cradle we are helpless
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| But on our feet we are fatal
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| How we evolve and grow into
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| (Twisted beasts with a desire for disorder)
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| Oh! |
| What a terrible, terrible game we play
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| Replacing a pawn for a body and the players
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| Politicians, who say what they need to say
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| Now, with hands aligned, arms move tonight
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| Here, with abrasive eyes, pain in plain sight
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| And we cry (whoa) «we can not allow this, this is terrible!»
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| With ideals, we’re idle as they lust for more
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| Whoa, when we settle the score
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| We’ve never been so excited to see you be…
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| Oh, when I think about your eyes
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| Oh, when I think about your smile
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| Oh, when I dream about your lies
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| Traveled all this way just to find love |