I wake up at the end of a long, dark, lonely year
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It´s bringing out the worst in me
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I hear your voice start breaking in fear
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When the lights go down
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And I still feel you looking over my shoulder
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Your sinking guilt and approaching nightmare
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And I know none of us will survive
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Because I know everything
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Alright
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And my dear I need you to move a little faster
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This second counts as the rest of your life
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Your final word and an itchy finger
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And then it´s taken away
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And we´ll be beaten down without mercy or meaning
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I turn my face to a careless skyline
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I´m searching hard for a sign from heaven
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But they´ve forgotten me here
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You can just stop talking, I get it
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I hear your silence loud and clear
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I know it´s barely a thought but it´ll see us through
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I´m only setting you free so just let it happen
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Just let it happen, no need to fear
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Yeah you can just stop talking, I get it
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Sex, f*ck, and fluorescent lighting
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A hollow point on an angry bullet
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We´re on the teeth of a crocodile
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We´re in the mouth of the gun
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And sometimes at night I feel I´m just a broken vessel
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An instrument with a darker purpose
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I´m at the throat of the young and the helpless
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Because they´ve got nothing to say
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So you can just stop talking, I get it
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I hear your silence loud and clear
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I know it´s barely a thought but it´ll see us through
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I´m only setting you free so just let it happen
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Just let it happen, no need to fear
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Yeah you can just stop talking, I get it
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Lycanthrope (Explicit Version)
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