They play divine as immortal sons
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Pulling triggers and then they switch and run
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As long as you have nothing to add,
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they run the show
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How! Can you get a single shot
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with a life like that?
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Now! Will you ever conclude
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as it turns to lack?
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Deceivement, believe it - do you feel it flow?
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-As a weapon of your vanity
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Chorus:
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They crave for us only in desire
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(To play with me)
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As time's standing still they praised a liar
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So now - let me get a single minute of your precious time
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So how - do you feel as the vanity is easy to find?
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Deceivement, believe it - can you feel it grow?
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(Repeat Chorus)
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I swear, you're nothing like me
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And it will never set you free
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You won't be able to be down there alone
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They fill you up 'til you're ripped and torn
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Your life is out there for disposal
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Knocked out, before you're ready to leave
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Cause I swear, you're nothing like me!
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-As I reckon your insanity
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(Repeat Chorus 2x)
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Weapon Of Vanity
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Soilwork |