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- Backstage
- If your scratching on your arm
- From the needles slow retreat
- And you realize not the harm
- That you traded for your meat
- And for your meat
- Would you burn your soul
- Or take the time
- To take control
- Or is your fate so up in thee air
- To maybe say that you just don’t care
- We will see the times
- When these days are far behind
- And our Gods shall meet
- When these see no retreat
- When you’re playing with your soul
- See me ragged don’t pace me slow
- And with your hand out
- I’ll break your arm
- For in your veins
- Lies Satan’s charm
- And with that charm
- You will live you Last Days
- And the irony rolls with our way
- You played me down
- To the last blood pull
- To realize.
- That you played the fool
- We will see the times
- When these days are far behind
- And our Gods shall meet
- When these see no retreat
- You played the fool
- You are a fool
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