The monsters are made,
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And we have proven that we will be one of them.
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The whores take the stage...
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The whores take the stage
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Flash our skills...
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gotta draw 'em in...
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gotta keep 'em on their toes...
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On their toes
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don't show them how you truly are...
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who would want honesty?
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who would want a group of people
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that one can relate with?
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don't show them how you truly are...
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who would want honesty?
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who would want a group of people
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that one can relate with?
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We need worship, (we need worship)
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We need worship, (we need worship)
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we need devotion...
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becoming gods
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the image that is thrown...
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thrown out in their everyday lives to comfort...
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we need devotion...
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becoming gods
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THROWN!
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the image that is thrown...
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thrown out in their everyday lives to comfort...
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it's not a
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musical
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journey
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anymore...
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they chose Camilla
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and we stood by her the entire time...
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monotonous expression...
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a forced replica of a tired sound...
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puppets for a greed-driven carnival...
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the same charade as the passing years...
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force me out there.
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Don't give them a chance.
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Don't give them a chance.
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They want to be fed...
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fed a simple
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replication of past greatness.
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Step back. (x48)
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We just need to throw some new ideas in...
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It will eventually
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get out of this closed off circle we are part of...
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we are part of...
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get out of this closed off circle
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get out of this closed off circle
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The same!
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This is all we have when we die.
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It's what's left of us when we die.
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We will be remembered for this.
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We will be remembered for this.
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We will be remembered for this.
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We will be remembered for this.
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White walls.
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White walls.
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White walls.
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White walls.
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White walls.
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(Epic solo)
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White Walls
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| Between The Buried And Me |
