Stalking the shadows in search for a dream
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The dream of ne0n-nightmares
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From your guns they feed
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A target selected
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Coming up from behind
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Now the light of the city, it triggers his mind
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Behind corners like the judgment so unkind
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A target selected
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Left is a body undead
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So face it
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No one knows the one who dies
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It's never to be told
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Spinal chill, fire at will
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A will for more, printed to the core
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Left is a body undead
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The dawn approaches, it's killing his lust
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Beams of light ascend and penetrate his eyes
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Every second you're away, he's falling
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When the sun begins to fade, I'm mourning
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And as the shadow kills the light, I'm burning
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But the world won't stop, it keeps on turning
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Fire At Will
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| Persuader |
