Watch you hit the stage like a willing bomb,
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strapped to cripple children.
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It's hard to watch you whore out your damage pride.
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I spit on what you're building.
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We rally in the balls of the sweaty club,
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prepare for insurrections.
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And, all the dead souls that you would control
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are bound for resurrections.
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You're father was a lover and he left you there;
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need of their attention.
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You'll fill this blank page with the brightest shame;
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the death of all invention.
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You're the new Christ of what will suffice;
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the Satan to your savior.
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Sing it out loud if you don't believe
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in lies and good behavior.
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If you're the Sun, I'm a black hole.
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If you're the Sun, I'm a black hole.
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If you're the Sun, I'm a black hole.
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There must be something in the way you burn,
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it makes me lose control.
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If you're the Sun, I'm a black hole.
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If you're the Sun, I'm a black hole.
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I'm happy to report about the life assured;
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livened to ashes.
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Might of had a few but I gripped the wheel.
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Now I'm speeding past this.
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If you should approach with the blue and white,
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attempt to pull me over.
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I have a few words for the weak of heart
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to summon and sober.
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If you're the Sun, I'm a black hole.
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If you're the Sun, I'm a black hole.
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If you're the Sun, I'm a black hole.
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There must be something in the way you burn,
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it makes me lose control.
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I'm the son of a black hole.
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Go!
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Basking in the glow of a dying star,
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bowing down blind in the song you are,
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take a little second just to hear me out.
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Marching off a cliff like you're free of doubt.
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You're Jesus growing fat off a warming girl.
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Moses making up the Commandments too.
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Lost out tight to a stolen hook.
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Elvis in his pool of royal puke.
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You'll never be alive because you sold your soul.
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(I don't even want to take you home tonight.)
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You'll never be alive because you sold your soul. Soul!
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You'll never be alive because you sold your soul.
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(I don't even want to take you home tonight.)
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You'll never be alive because you sold your soul.
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Soul! (Soul!) Soul! (Soul!)
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You'll bleed to feed the demon in me;
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if you don't change your evil ways and end this peacefully.
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You'll bleed to feed the demon in me.
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I beg you before you're digested, shred your lens and see.
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You'll bleed to feed the demon in me.
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You won't curry favor with that flavor, curry tastefully.
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You'll bleed to feed the demon in me.
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I'll swallow you and grind you up and you'll cease to be.
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You'll bleed. (I can not let this go with you.)
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You'll bleed. (I can not let this go with you.)
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The Stephen Hawking
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Say Anything |