| You feed her when the voices speak to you
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| You see her in the witching hour blue
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| Remembering your vanity is crucial
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| Recovering your sanity is futile
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| Setting her free or keeping your hold
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| You’re slowly running out of options
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| Say your prayers now!
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| You can’t deny the call of blood
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| We live the divine or die
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| You had your grip
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| But you’re losing it now and it shows
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| You’re fighting fate
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| The painted on disguise won’t make you immune
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| Won’t cover up the lies as you presume
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| Moonlight and sin will echo your name
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| You’ll scream until you long for darkness
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| Can’t you feel how?
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| You can’t deny the call of blood
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| We live the divine or die
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| You had your grip
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| But you’re losing it now and it shows
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| You’re fighting fate
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| Righteous tidings, we are the divine!
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| Such unfortunate timing
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| You can’t deny the call of blood
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| We live the divine or die
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| You had your grip
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| But you’re losing it now and it shows
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| Now you know
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| The secret flows within your veins
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| It burns if you hide the signs
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| You had your grip,
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| But you’re losing it and now you know
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| You’re fighting fate
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| You’re fighting fate
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| You can’t escape
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| You can’t deny it
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| (We lie the divine or we die)
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| We are divine |