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voices call
In my head those voices call
Ripping my concience from its roots
Watching with me as the whole world falls
They tell me to slaughter
the innocent beings
Death to all earth's sons and daughters
In my mirror, eyes of hate
on my hands fresh blood
Can't wipe clean my filthy slate
In your head too, those voices will call
and you and I will watch the world fall
Ripping my concience from its roots
Watching with me as the whole world falls
They tell me to slaughter
the innocent beings
Death to all earth's sons and daughters
In my mirror, eyes of hate
on my hands fresh blood
Can't wipe clean my filthy slate
In your head too, those voices will call
and you and I will watch the world fall
Published 24th Jun 2011
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