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Hell Outside
02:41
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Hell's outside my window, lurking around
The days have all run together, since I lost count
There's no room for love, there's no time for sorrow
No room for error, no chance to borrow
I can only survive...
At the end of time I will stand
I will count every grain of sand
And it's a slow death-march to the edge
Of the void of a Hell that could never exist
All times passed are nothing but smoke
In the grasp of a dissolving hand
What they have sewn only I shall reap
With no tears or admission of defeat
There's no room for love, there's no time for sorrow
No room for error, no chance to borrow
I can only survive...
No peace, No Zen, No laws cast by rich men
Only the Hell outside
No hate, No pain, No system to oppress and restrain
Only the Hell outside
No god, No pride, No spells cast upon weak minds
Only the Hell outside
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The Way of The Wicked
02:54
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Always walked a path of my own
And their acceptance, I didn't need it
Underground and out of control
Outside their society of bullshit
I made my escape, Won't change my ways
I won't be turned
I won't be caught
I won't be caged
Beyond the wisdom in your reach
Beware the answers which you seek
Within the chaos lies the truth
Without the questions or want of proof
Behold the way of the wicked...
Pitch black nights and lonesome roads
A little bad luck, but that's how it goes
It's the only way, and I'll never stray
I won't be bought
I won't be sold
I won't be tamed
Nights of overloading, and fear and loathing
And smashing everything in sight
Tales of ultra-violence, and vandalous defilements
And screaming "Fuck the world!"
A dawn of understanding, and broken-hearted rambling
And friends who left us too soon
Steady sailing nowhere, with no regret and no care
Racing into the unknown
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