To rid the earth of the filth
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To rid the earth of the lies
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To will the rise above
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Tearing my insides out
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I feel my soul go cold
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Only the dead are smiling
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To rid your heart of all lies
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Their poison tongues, poison hearts
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Burning cold...
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Now let the final darkness fall
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I feel my soul go cold
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Only the dead are smiling
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"...The dream of the new disease
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On wings of euphoria..
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Sucking terror from the needle scars..."
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22 years of pain
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And I can feel it closing in
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The will to rise above
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Tearing my insides out
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I feel my soul go cold
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Only the dead are smiling
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Cold
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At the Gates |