(Kilfelt)
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Walking the streets at night alone
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Thoughts in dementia keep you going
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No outlet you can't seem to find
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A place to rest your head tonight
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Feeling down and out
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Feeling there is no doubt
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Someone must pay the Debt of Pain
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Nothing will stand in your way
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Infected by the power that preys
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On feelings driving you insane
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And when it all becomes clear
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That you must conquer you fear
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No matter who or what's to blame
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Feeling down and out
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Feeling there is no doubt
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You know just what you've got to do
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Assault the weak and those who dare defy
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The anger of a sick and violent mind
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Nothing will stand in your way
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Infected by the power that preys
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On feelings driving you insane
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And when it all becomes clear
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That you must conquer your fear
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No matter who or what's to blame
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The answer to your fears
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Lies many suffered years
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Ahead of bitter unrestraint
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Turn from hate that holds you in control
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Escape the bondage, free your tortured soul
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Debt of Pain
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Holy Terror |