| Wind ignites doors of midnight
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| Slams abuse into a broken street
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| A scream sparks the neons back to life
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| Born to the city we’re your children in flames
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| Emerging from the sewers of the dark and insane
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| Our excuse is satanic saints
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| Our excuse is the satanic saints
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| Satan’s little baby saints!
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| We’ll penetrate your walls and slip inside
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| Set your soul on fire with cyanide
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| In your blueing flesh our seed will hide
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| To rejuvenate your body to fight for our side
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| The living dead, they cannot die
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| The living living won’t survive
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| All that’s left is suicide
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| Life is lonely in this empty town
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| I’m just hanging around
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| Times so morose to a suicide failure
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| I’m just another ghost of another failure
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| I’m still alive, insects crawl all over me
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| They’re crawling up my legs, all over my body
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| They’re inside of me
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| BITE!
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| BITE!
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| Times so morose to a suicide failure
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| I’m just another ghost of another failure
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| Oh I’m still alive, insects crawl inside of me
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| Insects are eating me! |