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Got the disease in my mind that chaos runs through in you
Guilty toys for your insides
Just plead and i ll conduct you
Believe in me, i m the juice
Recieve from me the hand of truth
In still your trust i ll take you there
I penetrate and run through
Feel it so warm
Branded forearm
Synthetic high that drains you
Accelerated poles
Blood rush through
Branded forearm
Mudvayne returned
Inner mutiny lost tranquility
Broken people fixed again plumming christened with disorder
?? took a spell to possess you
You embrace me for the high
Unfocused black swells as you die
Inner icon solicits sympathy
Depated being struggles so desperatly
Im so outside myself
Breathless body betrays my cry for help
Rest in earth,
Rest in peace
Await rebirth as i roll up my sleeve feel
Roll up my fuckin sleeve
It so warm
Branded forearm
Masticate you as i cultivate through
You re life i loathe,
Motherfucker!
Scrambled being your impressions leaking
Sins been bastoned in you
Do what I do just to see through you
Your life is death now
Consequenses been plowed under earth
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Want you dead so much

In the wind, in the rain
In the woods
Among the trees
There runs a flood
Its stream causes hearts to beat

Over the mountains
Under the valleys deep
Its power flows strong
The forces cause lives to cease

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When dawn breaks
When all things boldly appear new
When the tide comes
Yearnings pass to oblivion

An embrace of souls
Time crumbles
At this desolate...

Give it up
And make my dreams come true

Shoot me like a gun
Beat me like a slave
Stone me like the lord
And send me to my grave

Give it up
And make my dreams come true
...

She hangs her head and cries on my shirt
She must be hurt very badly.
Tell me what s making you sad, Li ?
Open your door, don t hide in the dark.
You re lost in the dark, you can trust me,
Cause you know that s how it must be.
Lisa Lisa, sad...

J ai vu des choses mon vieux, des choses qui font mal
J ai vu des larmes qui coulent, des gosses qui ont mal
On n a pas le droit de s en foutre, c est rien de banal
Le temps qui passe pour nous, pour eux...

I can still see the change
In the falling rain
How come we can t do the same
How come

I see the angry scar
But the wound is tame
How come we can t do the same
How come

I hear the church bells laugh
It s...