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Poison Idea Feel The Darkness

Your worst nightmare has just begun for you From the fire into the water Cold nighttime makes my blood get hotter Steel shines handcuffs in the moonlight Feel the darkness

service to the rulers. * How can I feel anger towards the squaddy? Weighed down with his guns and inadequacies I can feel only pity and bellied compassion

hands are raw; from digging my own grave. Now its morning in the cow town, Old man winter lets his hair down; and they're burning all in the dark feels

alternative, are in service to the rulers. * How can I feel anger towards the squaddy? Weighed down with his guns and inadequacies I can feel only pity

to say. Generation of orphans whose hearts are all ablaze, Little light in a lot of darkness goes a long way. Freedom hearts bleed, and I see them feedin poison

say, thus help... in any way Need you to learn how to cry without darkness Face like the others the pain that is harmless Feel the world has let you

Generation of orphans whose hearts are all ablaze, Little light in a lot of darkness goes a long way. Freedom hearts bleed, and I see them feedin poison

Allin we?d have learned it?s OK to be hated, If we?d have had The Refused then we could have innovated, If we?d had Poison Idea then they couldn?t push

much to say. Generation of orphans whose hearts are all ablaze, Little light in a lot of darkness goes a long way. Freedom hearts bleed, and I see them feedin poison