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Ride the apocalypse
Coming through the city side
If our engines need to hide
Our bodies collide
And fate decides
Where our vengeance is
Where our love will fit
And I can't find your face
And I can see no trace
In a world coming to a close
I'm so damned, I can't win
My heart in my hands again
Take your hurt, a muse of sin
My heart in my hands again
Somewhere bleak and
Shot through with shattered limbs
And his virtue, your limits
In vacant lots
Effervescent bombs
One room coffins
In crowded homes
There's nothing that can be done
We've lost all control
I walk in the shadows of your tortured realm
I'm so damned, I can't win
My heart in my hands again
Take your hurt, a muse of sin
Passing glance forgotten
Reason to doubt
So pry your eyes
From a film that never ends
I'm so damned, I can't win
My heart in my hands again
I can't see your trace
And I can't find your trace
And I can't find your face
I can't see your trace
Ride the apocalypse
Coming through the city side
Oh no, there's nowhere to hide
Ride the apocalypse
Coming through the city side
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