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ALONE/COLD
02:38
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THE CEMETERY'S EMPTY
02:12
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NEVER TRUSTED ANYONE
02:22
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DEAD '14
02:48
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Don't you ever mention nothing from your soul,
Don't you ever open the gates when they call,
Don't you ever get out that coffin where you rose,
Blood that can excite me, knowing noone's like me.
Don't you ever mention disorder that you know,
The beings that protect you someday will let go,
There's nothing left to pay for, everything you know,
Blood that can excite me, knowing noone's like me.
They don't need no reason to poke your corpse,
The dead that walk this night need someone to be frightened,
I see myself, a scared and lonely ghost,
The dead that walk my night dream, they cannot be alive and free,
Scars, I hide the blood flow running down my chest,
Looking at you fade slow, the dead can finally rest,
There's no protection from death, cannot save your breathe,
Blood that can excite me, knowing noone's like me,
Taken all the ways home, secluded and alone,
Caskets always say no, no end to this road,
Holes filled with life, nothing left to say,
You always scream and fight me, knowing noone's like me,
The moon is low and your shadow's close,
The dead that walk this night need, someone to be frightened,
By myself, I haunt your lonely home,
The blood that's spilling nightly, it's the only thing that can excite me.
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THE NIGHT WILL END
02:19
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DON'T WANT TO BE CLOSE
02:37
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MY DEAD SOUL
02:33
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WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR
03:08
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FEEL IT SLOW
03:04
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DEATH, IN ITS FACE
02:50
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