Bring punishment to get hold of me
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So cold like a glance from my eyes
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Accept the way it's meant to be
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A mental sacrifice
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Go down hear the sound of a gentle man
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Leading you straight to the void
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Where the neon bastards they make
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Dropouts out of leftover toys
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Chorus
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No more angels, no more painful lies
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No more strangers, no more waste of time
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So here I am going straight to the plan
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Never knowing that I'm damned
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Walking the thread that's so precious to me
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A secret part of my history
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My time- to short as nothing beckons to me
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My time- goddamn what is it I try to be
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Fill the hole a thousand feet below
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Become the master of a freak show
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So!! Cold!!
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Right! Now! (Repeat)
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Chorus
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No more angels, no more painful lies
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No more strangers, nore more waste of time
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Bring punishment to get hold of me
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So cold like a glance from my eyes
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Accept the way it's meant to be
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A mental sacrifice
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Go down- the keeper of your thoughts may be
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Go down- a sacred child who just can't see
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Counting the days. so amazed
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Of this sweet and miserable effort
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So!! Cold!!
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Right! Now! (Repeat)
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So!! Cold!!
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Right! Now! (Repeat)
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Chorus
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No more angels, no more painful lies
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No more strangers, nore more waste of time
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No More Angels
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Soilwork |