The crowd inside the stadium
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Is staring at the darkened stage
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Like believers in the inner sanctum
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Like vultures in an iron cage
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Hyped-up glands are spreading pheromones
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The hint of underlaying aggression
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The collective minds of sixteen thousand
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Now prepared for a total psychic excess
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And the band begins to play
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They are here to raise some hell
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To wake the dead
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They are here to raise some hell
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With the help of a collective mind
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Gone mad
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The video-screen shows hypnotic scenes
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Like fragments of distorted dreams
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Reaching for the deepest spheres of mind
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Where only evil one can find
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The music is a sequence of hidden information
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Plugged inside your cerebrum
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Critical mass in its final devastation
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They will evoke the demon wth their pounding drums
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And the guitar is raging on
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While the band is playing on
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The brutal riot begins
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Now all that was sane is gone
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And darkness fills our hearts
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Collective Mind
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Wizard |