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You prayed to have your name
scattered on the lips of the young.
Now, you claim
that it's you on the tips of their tongue.

And if you`re proud
of what you had to kill to get your thrill,
well, I bet it stings
to give up everything and realize that
they dont want you.

chorus

It's a lonely road where the forgotten go
where your misery finds its company.
It's a long way down to the sacred ground
where the reaper's playing for keeps.


The hollow sound
is ringing where your heart used to be.
Have you found
that your admiration will never set you free?

Get your lies prepared your next in line
for judgement day, now,
aren't you praying aren't you begging
that you´re anyone else?

chorus

Well i bet you're sorry now.
You did this to yourself.
Well i bet you're sorry now.
Well aren't you sorry now.

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