| What’s wrong little man, why you cry?
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| The feelings you’re trying to hide
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| Will soon become stronger and darker and there is no way you can hold them
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| inside
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| Your senses are now pushed aside
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| To the laws of hate you’ll abide
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| And the more you will fight it your humble compassion will easily turn into
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| Blood and envy
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| Blood and envy
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| Blood and envy
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| Blood and envy
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| You, my friend, are lost, but still
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| Dreaming on forever
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| Dancing in the dark
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| While I paint the walls with blood and envy
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| Blood and envy
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| Your rich life is now in my hand
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| All feelings of anger are banned
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| But still I can feel how your rottn insides leaking out through your pores lik
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| I planned
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| You envy all that I am
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| You foolish frail little lamb
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| It’s sad how you can’t see your own worth in all that you’ve got and it leads
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| into
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| Blood and envy
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| Blood and envy
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| Blood and envy
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| Blood and envy
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| You, my friend, are lost, but still
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| Dreaming on forever
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| Dancing in the dark
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| While I paint the walls with blood and envy
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| Blood and envy
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| Blood and envy
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| Blood and envy
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| Blood and envy |