Fall, white light fell.
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You fear, the point death sent.
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Rise the dead's awake.
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You, you like to find me in what's right.
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Like to dream me in hell, dying.
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We're back, we're back and for once more.
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Like to come in To want gore.
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Feel. I said rest. You're bad, forgive him.
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Rising, rot the one that's lost.
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Living out what's discard.
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Debating over what is right.
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You're feeding the guts, feeling the parts
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Grinding the stone sentenced one.
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Fall, white light fell.
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You fear the point death sent.
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Raid, raiding out the one that lost.
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Living out the ones discard.
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Debating over what is right.
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Like to find me in what's right.
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Back From The Dead
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