Board up all your windows
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They're after you and they'll get you
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You can't stop the world and get off
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Get off this manic ride
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You know their time is here
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To breed their brand of fear
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You look into their eyes
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And try to be sincere
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'I never meant to hurt you
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Please don't punish me
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Save me, save me!
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Hooked to a blood-machine
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You're trapped til you stop to breathe
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Something has to be done
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So you're digging for bones
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Days racing by
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A long forgotten thought is falling deep
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Inside
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Time bomb in your head
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Guillotine blades are falling in your head
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'What the reason?' you shout
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'I cannot survive with the whole world on
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My back'
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You've been warned and you know
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That no one will refill the hole that's in
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Your head
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All your words remain unsaid
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Digging digging a hole
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They fill it with your bones
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You awake from your dreams
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And rest in peace
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Manic Ride
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