Like the wicked rule the weak
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Like all conquerors have their keep
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I'll tear my marks into your arms
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Paralyzed but still you're charmed
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Like the great white circles it's prey
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I rise above their deceiving ways
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Liars...
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Your hollow words play a hollow tune
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My eyes fueled the flames
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As i'm dancing, on your grave
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Like the great white circles it's prey
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Desert sands, mourning souls...
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I'll tear my marks into your arms
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Paralyzed yet still you're charmed
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Like the wicked rule the weak
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Like all conquerors have their keep
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Liars... your hollow words play a hollow tune
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Slaves
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| Gospel Of The Horns |
