| Send them in so we can sell the souls they’ve held so tight and drug them hard
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| and knock them out so they can make it through the night
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| We’ll brand our names on security codes on crosses to bear and on unsettled
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| homes
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| Bury all our sacred wolves
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| And burn all fields with sacred tombs
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| Run
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| Welcome wayward sons and welcome faithless daughters
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| Father time and mother earth will fuck your skin for all its worth
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| Welcome wayward sons and welcome faithless daughters
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| Ive got your born agains right here amongst the fear of gods
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| And they came loads all intertwined by ruthless crack in spider veins
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| Conquer-bound by candle crome
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| Run
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| Before they rip the meat from your stems
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| And they take their turn fucking up
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| All the beauty that youve earned on your own
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| Because they will, because they are
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| Welcome wayward sons and welcome faithless daughters
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| Father time and mother earth will fuck your skin for all it’s worth
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| Welcome wayward sons and welcome faithless daughters
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| I’ve got your born-agains right here amongst the fear of gods
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| We drop our anchors
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| Attached to iron jaws of guiding lights
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| We drop our anchors
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| By that candle crome
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| We drop our anchors
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| And stand point black
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| Look into all their hungry eyes and tell them
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| Us faithless daughters and wayward sons we are coming for you
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| Wherever you are
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| A blackened night sea of one
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| For all that you’ve said and all you’ve done
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| Run
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| Motherfucker
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| Run |