| Blood boils, feverish
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| There is no place to hide
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| So now we light up the sky with gasoline
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| We burn again for the sins we never knew
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| We are the toxic thousands
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| The poison’s in our minds
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| We are the waste of wastelands
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| Wastelands
|
| Blood boils, feverish
|
| There is no place to hide
|
| We’ve entered the ranks of the toxic thousands
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| On our path to glory
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| So now we light up the sky with gasoline
|
| We burn again for th sins we never knw
|
| We are the toxic thousands
|
| The poison’s in our minds
|
| We are the waste of wastelands
|
| Wastelands
|
| Patiently waiting
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| As the storm approaches
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| We prepare for the fall
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| Yearning for the screams
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| To die out at last
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| For way too long we’ve been
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| Putting out fires with gasoline
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| And watched the sparks light up the skies
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| Now silence falls
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| Behind the walls of intoxication
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| We cave under punishing skies
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| Yet in the suffocating fog
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| Shines a light
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| Guiding the toxic thousands on their path
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| To glory
|
| So now we light up the sky with gasoline
|
| We burn again for the sins we never knew
|
| We are the toxic thousands
|
| The poison’s in our minds
|
| We are the waste of wastelands
|
| Wastelands
|
| Blood boils, feverish
|
| There is no place to hide
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| Yet there is no need to fear
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| As we’ve reached our end |