Here they are; the wicked A panic floods the fields Deliverance; unthinkable
They play their part, performing oh so well
With empty cores they carry on "A twisted soul" "An apparition" Born of a beastly brand They butcher purposely
(Just have the sense to run away)
Scream at the sky and beg Beg for a reason he would allow this Look to the sky and say We would be better off without this Who would allow this?
We've never felt alive But none of us will lie Just when we want to
We're stuck in this disguise This leather skin; with eyes Designed to haunt you
But do we haunt you?
Scream at the sky and beg Beg for a reason he would allow this Look to the sky and say We would be better off without this Who would allow this?
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