[Lyrics: Geoff Thorpe]
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Oh you puritan demons hide in your closets of stone.
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Are you so pure when the walls crash in and you're overexposed?
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Gather round now all demons, taste of blood on your lips.
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One of your own has come crawling home and will you be there - No!
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Come now hell fire demons, feast as you follow your course.
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Circle your prey at the end of the day, cover your tracks at all cost.
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Yeah, you puritan demons with your nose in the air I can smell you
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Smell you from here and it stinks to high Hell!
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On we go day after day, worlds collide and machines take over
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Puritan demons display, like vultures they wait for death's leftovers.
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Bridges are burned everyday, lessons are learned and taught again.
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It's your time to burn
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Look at all of those demons drown in a pool of deceit.
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Cut off your hands in spite of your face.
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I pity for you as you weep the year of the dragon.
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The metal dragon's a fire fierce and intense.
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I'll take nothing less, I don't have time for these liars.
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On we go day after day, worlds collide and machines take over.
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Puritan demons display, like vultures they wait for Geoff's leftovers.
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Bridges are burned every day, lessons are learned and taught again.
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The cycle continues to turn, like a vulture I'll wait.
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It's your time to burn!
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Puritan Demons
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Vicious Rumors |