2.Centralia
There's a town in the forgotten hills, a fire burns below
And no one knows, how it got like this

death and destruction bubbled from the ground
poisonous fumes filled the air,
water became red with the blood of the innocent
Centralia

Centralia come into darkness, slip under my skin
your bloody streets have been abandoned
you shall have your revenge

Smoke from the church, children in the cemetery
the devil sits on your doorstep, the fire burns beneath
I see faces in the steam, give me your disease

There's a town in the forgotten hills, a fire burns below
And no one knows, how it got like this

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