| blood is fresh but you are dead
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| Cross into the freaks domain
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| See your fear feel your pain
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| The prophesy has now begun
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| You cannot hide you cannot run
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| Leave you bleeding at my feet
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| You are natural you are meat
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| Tribes
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| Below the graves
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| Breed
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| Refuge by day
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| Tribes
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| their home beneath
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| Breed
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| Alive but deceased
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| Blessed with the gift of flight
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| Changing shape and unseen sight
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| Knowing why and knowing when
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| Gifted with the dreams of men
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| Out of sight out of mind
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| Leave our world you’re not of our kind
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| What he fears he can’t enjoy
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| What man envies he destroys
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| Leave the garden of your torment
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| Through the gates that hold your fear
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| Monsters freaks the cursed the gifted
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| Day is gone the night is here
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| Death by fire death by gun
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| Death by knife death by sun
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| Born apart they crave the same
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| Living in their unreal pain
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| Prejudice deeper than creed
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| The reason for this hate is breed
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| Not unholy but alone
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| Just for this we burn their home
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| Banished from the world of men
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| Man beware they’ll rise again |