| I will forget my dreams
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| Nothing is what it seems
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| I will affect you, I will protect you
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| From all the crazy schemes
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| I will forget my dreams
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| Nothing is what it seems
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| I will affect you, I will protect you
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| From all the crazy schemes
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| Walking corpse, blood dries quickly in dead veins
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| And again in the night, I am free from my shackles
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| From the flames of a fallen angel, from the gates of hell I'm a step away
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| Weed smolders in paper, the tube is torn by plugs
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| We are underground, but we fly over that gray herd
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| Those do not recognize and cast sidelong glances at us
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| We're not saints, you know, there's a devil in everyone
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| Belial swore an oath and he is somewhere nearby
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| Smoothly flying over the fields of sodom
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| Fire garden, I'm a gardener in it
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| Smoking hash blunt, hanging at the furies
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| Smog over the city, so much dope
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| Belial in the high tower
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| The blood of the saints in the grail
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| God's wrath is not terrible for us
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| The traffic with hell is settled here
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| Living corpses, shrouded in evil
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| Squad on the block again, Babylon on fire
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| Cauldron full, purple blood boiling
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| A bloody sunset fell with a red cloak
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| Left bullshit, unreasonable hate
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| You're lying to everyone again by pressing play
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| Swinging to the dead rhythms from the crypt
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| Evil pours into the bottomless darkness labyrinths
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| We are underground, but we fly over that gray herd
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| Those do not recognize and cast sidelong glances at us
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| We're not saints, you know, there's a devil in everyone
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| Belial swore an oath and he is somewhere nearby
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| I will forget my dreams
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| Nothing is what it seems
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| I will affect you, I will protect you
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| From all the crazy schemes |