| The crowd inside the stadium
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| Is staring at the darkened stage
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| Like believers in the inner sanctum
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| Like vultures in an iron cage
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| Hyped-up glands are spreading pheromones
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| The hint of underlaying aggression
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| The collective minds of sixteen thousand
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| Now prepared for a total psychic excess
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| And the band begins to play
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| They are here to raise some hell
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| To wake the dead
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| They are here to raise some hell
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| With the help of a collective mind
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| Gone mad
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| The video-screen shows hypnotic scenes
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| Like fragments of distorted dreams
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| Reaching for the deepest spheres of mind
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| Where only evil one can find
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| The music is a sequence of hidden information
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| Plugged inside your cerebrum
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| Critical mass in its final devastation
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| They will evoke the demon wth their pounding drums
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| And the guitar is raging on While the band is playing on The brutal riot begins
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| Now all that was sane is gone
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| And darkness fills our hearts |