He comes to me
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The man with no face
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A hero in a mask of raw flesh
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He is a simple genius
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Flower blood cells
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The hero inside my brain
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Oh the burning sands, the greasy rope
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Electric hands, my broken hope, my mind machine
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I feel my stomach churns...
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Bathsheba burns!
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The blood red rain will stain your name
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Behold the lord of pain
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He speaks I cannot hear
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But I understand
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He plugs me into his socket
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I slip into his brain
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Flower blood cells
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The hero inside my brain... oh
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Yours is the mark
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One hopeless dream
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And comes your guilt
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This sordid stream
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My mind machine
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I feel my stomach churns
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Bathsheba burns!
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The blood red rain
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will stain your name
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Behold the lord of pain
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The Hero Inside
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