| What’s the price of life?
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| Wield the knife with no surprise
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| Saving yours in exchange for mine
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| But I might survive
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| Yes you might survive said the Antichrist
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| I guess he lied, now mourners cry and others sigh, Crossed the line
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| To the other side, you’re a demi God so divine
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| Watched you grow, watched you shine, waste of time
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| Waste of time
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| With a hex on a head this mess
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| Last breath no words now death
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| Hook:
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| Beware of the serpent
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| Out there lurking
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| Spend most days swerving
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| Carrying burdens
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| Tired of the cynical tosh
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| Tired of the critical sighs
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| Gonna reach the pinnacle watch
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| Now I see the visible cry
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| Crisis crisis head crushed in the vices
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| Scene from a guillotine dream
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| Hands glued to devices
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| Tired of the cynical tosh
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| Tired of the critical sighs
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| Gonna reach the pinnacle watch
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| Now I see the visible cry
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| Like ducks to the water
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| Like lambs to the slaughter
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| A pauper’s grave
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| See tears from the mourners
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| Tired of the cynical tosh
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| Tired of the critical sighs
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| Gonna reach the pinnacle watch
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| Now I see the visible cry
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| Now I see the visible cry
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| Lost in the smog of smoke and mirrors
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| Thick is the fog deceptive figures
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| Black silhouettes these ghoulish killers
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| Eye for an eye with hands on triggers
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| A certain few, curtains for you
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| Disperse then burst a curse at worse we make do
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| That being said, left deader than dead
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| Can tell by your face, face redder than red
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| Led by a thread, dread bled from ya bed
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| Stress on your head, stress levels on red
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| Tears you kept
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| You saved then wept
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| With a hex on a head this mess
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| Last breath no words now death
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| With a hex on a head this mess
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| Last breath no words now death
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| Hook:
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| Beware of the serpent
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| Out there lurking
|
| Spend most days swerving
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| Carrying burdens
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| Tired of the cynical tosh
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| Tired of the critical sighs
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| Gonna reach the pinnacle watch
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| Now I see the visible cry
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| Beware of the serpent
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| Out there lurking
|
| Spend most days swerving
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| Carrying burdens
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| Tired of the cynical tosh
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| Tired of the critical sighs
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| Gonna reach the pinnacle watch
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| Now I see the visible cry
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| With a hex on a head this mess
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| Last breath no words now death |