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As I bathe in chaos
The eye of the storm
Thought I’d be useful in this form
I keep my demons in the den
I keep them in line until dawn rise again
Bide your time while you ride the horn
Relieve yourself of this lion’s thorn
If I club you senseless
and smile at the wake
Celestial bodies causes bones to break
To be pinned to this dartboard
- Am I killed this way?
I’ve been told we’re all sinners
And that’s how you like us to stay
Ain’t that right?
Bide your time while you ride the horn
Relieve yourself of this lion’s thorn
I drink this daylight to heal the sprain
If I drink this daylight
- will I remain?
The tombs has to shake (yeh)
Bide your time while you ride the horn
Relieve yourself of this lion’s thorn
Bide your time while you ride the horn
And relieve yourself of this lion’s thorn
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