So your life seems shining bright,
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Time to turn day into night.
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There's a price upon your head now.
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Just one chance to:
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Pay you back. Make you bleed.
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Face the fact. Make you scream.
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So your day has turn to night,
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And my night has turn to day.
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All because that hidden thought.
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The thought that wants to:
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Pay you back. Make you bleed.
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Face the fact. Make you scream.
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Raging, hating, driven. Purpose of the soul.
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Flying like a bullet aiming for its goal.
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No more bright horizon. No more lighten land.
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Amused by the thought that you died by my hand.
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Now I am beyond the skies.
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Raised above what lies behind.
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As the darkness clouds my mind,
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Hate is growing, easy to find.
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Pay you back. Make you bleed.
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Face the fact. Make you scream.
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Payback
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| Guardians Of Time |
