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ColdTo rid the earth of the filthTo rid the earth of the lies The will to rise above Tearing my inside out [Chorus:] I feel my soul go cold Only the dead are smiling To rid your heart of all lies Their poison tongues, poison hearts Burning cold... Now let the final darkness fall [Chorus:] '...The dream of the new disease On wings of euphoria... Sucking terror from the needle scars...' 22 years of pain And I can feel it closing in The will to rise above Tearing my insides out [Chorus:] |