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    Hold onto me, dreams shift into sub categories and die
    Could it be a lie if I said I need this?
    A fire in your soul with smoke in your eyes!
    Hard as nails and tears of cyanide

    I swear that it wasn't me, loading guns to the sound of your heartbeat
    I swear that it wasn't me, 10-4 lock and load, here we go!
    I swear that it wasn't me, loading guns to the sound of your heartbeat
    I swear that it wasn't me, that started this all!
    I'm evolving now!

    No we don't have much time!
    (But I'll stay and fight)
    I know you're tired (I know you're tired)
    We may not make it back alive!
    My eyes are glazed, my heart is fading

    Hold onto me with the fireworks cutting through the sky
    While we learn to adapt to the status of killers
    Gain a 3rd eyes
    To survive, we wedlock our armor
    It's grafted into skin. We are our own tourniquet

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    I swear that it wasn't me, loading guns to the sound of your heartbeat
    I swear that it wasn't me, 10-4 lock and load, here we go!
    I swear that it wasn't me, loading guns to the sound of your heartbeat
    I swear that it wasn't me, that started this all!
    I'm evolving now!

    No we don't have much time!
    (But I'll stay and fight)
    I know you're tired (I know you're tired)
    We may not make it back alive!
    My eyes are glazed. My heart is fading

    My heart is fading, fading, fading
    My heart is fading

    No we don't have much time!
    (But I'll stay and fight)
    I know you're tired (I know you're tired)
    We may not make it back alive!
    My eyes are glazed, my heart is fading

    My heart is fading
    In a pile of strychnine

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