Oh, face the fact that precious time you can't turn back all hope is lost when all possessions turn to dust Can we go on with so much promise dead and gone? Now it's time to try and give our best before we die Days are gone, the nights are long Live a lie, pain the sky' blood red Pray for our sins we'll hunt you down and sell your skins kill without the need Rip your heart out let it bleed Occupy the land mass produce, and milk the sand God will crush the earth and recognize you all from birth Days are gone the Nights are long Live a lie, Paint the Sky blood red.
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