[Written by: Ritchie]
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Find a way or make a way.
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There's nothing sacred
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Cut me off so amputate
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What you created
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Nothing here is made of stone
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Where's it all gone wrong
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Tear up the plastic corners
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One by one now
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Enter the kindred where have you been?
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Welcome kindred come on in
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Heaven stained is screaming lullabies around me
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Catch my spirit freaking as it dies without me
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Once inside there's nothing left
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To activate your soul
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The armoured hearts are melting
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One by one now
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Breath out so I can breath you in heathen machine
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Heathen machine like no man can ever be
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Now long before your walls fall in heathen machine
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Without heart and soul
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You're dead to the world
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Stay heathen machine
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I'm drawn towards the enemy
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Leaning in in spite of me
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Without a soul there's hollow hollow ground
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Breaking up in front of me
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Tearing the whole thing down.
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Heathen Machine
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| Balance Of Power |
