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No one's impervious to the furnace
It burns whoever's turning, it's a three ring circus
I hold in my hands the healing powers of Helios
The reconstruction of the double helix never seemed so close
Iridescent, opalescent, translucent
Transcendence of extremity intensified by music
Brute strength, primal urge
The planets are aligned, we can finally emerge
Punish the prideful, the arrogant, exhausted and wretched
Hysterical, inferior, aggressive
Maximum carnage, adamantium cartilage
Abolish them and make them pay homage for all this common garbage
I hit like nerve gas, fast and precise
The body will decompose unless you pack it on ice
Second sight, prevision in telepathy
Witches covens, plus indulgent chemistry
Hold the bars, the chains, the cage
It's cold, the heart, the pain, the rage
Explodes, the spark, the flame, the blaze
Just grows
Breathtaking with the global effect
Do not cross this awful thought process
Deep discussion of repercussion exhaust all option
Bang nail into coffin
Born torn apart, reborn strike often
Disturbing behavior, Mad Child'll save ya
Never thought the killer was ya next door neighbor
Chrome dipped poems now partially tarnished
Fight that, might come back brightly armored
Slightly alarming, perfect storm forming
Absorb this abnormal performance
Breathtaking with the global effect
Vampire transpire, man I go for the neck
New freedom, my shell is housing a genius
Response, I've never seen this
Gone far beyond the ambiance you're used to
Bolted to a transient state, I won't lose you
Beastmaster, spit with the savage tongue
While you talk about shit that you haven't done
Ok, I got it, everyone's promoting power and wealth
How about respect, strength, honor, love, loyalty, health
Yeah, I got guns, but keep 'em on the low for protection
Seeking the peace, I just need some direction
Stack the mail, buy chains and rings
But what good are all these things if you ain't right within
We in the eye of the storm, when the dust settles
You'll see it ain't about clear gems and precious metals
It's a new era, the rebirth of iron and stone
You're running with the crowd but afraid of dying alone
There's only so much time on this rotating rock
What kind of life are you leading, where you going when it stops
It's lonely at the top when you're driven by consumption
And living in a prison of emotional destruction
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