The devil plays hits
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where you¡¯d least expect
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Its cold and dark when you¡¯re buried alive
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See how it feels marching into the flames.
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Its warm and bright when you¡¯re burning alive
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The spotlights search for you as long as the dust collects here
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Lost in a cast of millions all in line before you.
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That¡¯s what the rats call eternity
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All in before you.
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No one watches anyway.
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No one watches anyway.
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Oh shit man who am I to think I won¡¯t be marching in to the flames right along with you?
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Oh shit man who am I to think I won¡¯t be here waiting in a line for hell with you?
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Voices distorted. Specks of grey
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Good looks converted. Specks of grey
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Voices distorted, good looks converted.
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Specks of grey.
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Specks of black and white
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Oh shit man who am I to think I won¡¯t be marching in to the flames right along with you?
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Spotlights search for you as long as the dust collects here.
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Lost in a cast of millions
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Fall in line
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The God Awful Truth
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| Fear Before The March Of Flames |
