| 60 cities in 66 days and miles of blackness in between
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| Pluck your eyes out, slit your own throat, you still can’t silence that scream
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| Over sleepless nights you ponder endless ways to perfect and relive your dark
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| dream
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| Then the tension builds to the breaking point, the lion leaves the lair to feed
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| Caught in a landslide you keep holding on
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| Too late to notice you’re already gone
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| And you feel the shadows of the night surround you
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| Demons you’ve been running form have found you
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| Desperation floods your world and drowns you
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| Feel the road against your wheels, it grounds you
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| 16 bodies in 66 days, the pattern remains a mystery
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| Tortured, gagged, and wrapped in plastic bags, to you it never seems obscene
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| On the quiet nights when you can steal away, out come the spoils to stir your
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| memory
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| Then the day returns when you can’t hold it down, the filth within must be made
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| clean
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| Caught in a landslide you keep holding on
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| Nothing can save you you’re already gone
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| And you feel the shadows of the night surround you
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| Demons you’ve been running form have found you
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| Desperation floods your world and drowns you
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| Feel the road against your wheels, it grounds you
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| Forever the shadows surround you
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| The demons of darkness have found you
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| How do you silence their scream?
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| Kill by night, sleep by day, and miles of blackness in between
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| A drifter’s life is the only way the monster will remain unseen
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| Caught in a landslide you keep holding on
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| Worse than the last time, it’s all going wrong
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| Nothing can save you you’re already gone
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| And you feel the shadows of the night surround you
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| Demons you’ve been running form have found you
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| Desperation floods your world and drowns you
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| Feel the road against your wheels, it grounds you |