I ride the storm
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I've gotta be cool
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There's something wrong with me
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As I try to be everything
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Never should've left my mothers womb
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Step aside for the genocide I'm a lonley man who's mad
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I alone could erase the world
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There are precious lives at stake
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Moving fast in the dark of night
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I'm a hundred miles from home
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Stare into my black deep eyes
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and behold the coming past
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The coming.
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of all the monsters made up in my mind
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You better belive it
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The coming.
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Nothing remains except the clouded memories
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The coming past
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I'm sick, I'm drained
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I try to stay cool
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Like there's nothing wrong with me
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When I feel I can do anything
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It all just hits me right in the face
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Hiding from it all
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Wherever I step the ground beneath turns sour
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The coming.
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so I guess you've seen it all before
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But you better belive it
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The coming.
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Get away before the truth unfolds on you.
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I am a man about to burst
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Crawling, feeding off the ground
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Needing, craving, lust for blood
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Moaning, yelling, screamign, shouting
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Feeling nothing, couldn't care less
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I hate you
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I roam, I rule
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At least I think I do, so help me now
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If I ever had a chance
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I would go back and change it all
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Step aside for my genocide
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The Coming Past
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Susperia |