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like a mole in a motel. A slide in a slide projector The cool, cool river. Sweeps the wild, white ocean. The rage, the rage of love turns inward. To prayers of devotion These prayers are the constant
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projector The cool, cool river. Sweeps the wild, white ocean. The rage, the rage of love turns inward. To prayers of devotion These prayers are the constant road across the wilderness. These prayers are
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
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clear. It's the beats and the lyrics they fear. The rage is relentless. We need a movement with a quickness. You are the witness of change. And to counteract. We gotta take the power back. . Yeah
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Bài hát The Devil In I - Slipknot. Undo these CHAINS, my friend. I'll show you THE RAGE I've hidden. Perish the Sacrament,. Swallow, but nothing's forgiven!. You & I can't decide which of us was
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he's a multiple offender. She's a back-door fanny bender. . And in this day and age. It's all the rage. Rape and pillage and sexual slaves. Aborted babies don't get, graves. A sexual riot. A
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rhythm in your system . This is heaven, I'm your only friend . Feel the beat in your chest . Beat your chest like an animal . Free the beast from it's cage . Free the rage like an animal . Your body's
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. >From the smoldering meadow. It's the rapture of the angels. And the rage of the devil. Chorus. In the cool dusk of horses. Through the rusted wires of sleep. With our arms around midnight. We're
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and now we in demand . We here for good it's really not so bad . So shout it out and give it all you have. Bad was all the rage last week . But good had got a wicked beat . Good is the new bad . Good is
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the page. And I feel the world is a stage. I don't think that drama will stop. I don't think they'll give up the rage. But i know the world could be great. I can love you more than they hate. Doesn't
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the rage. But political animosity prevailed upon the stage Well, the one on the right was on the left. And the one in the middle was on the right. And the one on the left was in the middle. And the
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consumed the rage. And men who souls are trapped and slumped. Will wait until the next time comes. The morning after. We ask for right questions. The morning after. We make the suggestions. We gotta
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you create On my knees. Remembering. The wasted years. Of dark insanity The rage increases fast. As the memories eat me alive. God, I wish this to end. But I'm not prepared to die No more a human
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you create. . On my knees. remembering. The wasted years of dark insanity. . The rage increases fast. As the memories eat me alive. God, I wish this to end. But I'm not prepared to die. No
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denial). I've fought all the rage. And I can't hold much longer. It keeps getting stronger. It's only a matter of time!. I'm living like a landmine. Waiting to explode!. I'm ticking like a time-bomb. Ready
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system. I was born to rage against 'em Fist in ya face, in the place. And I'll drop the style clearly. Know your enemy. Know your enemy!. Yeah! Hey yo, and dick with this uggh!. Word is born. Fight
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Don't grip, you're choking. What life was, trying to. Lift up the rage from a season of play. I don't blame my messes on you. Don't beat this down dead. Sink to a level that is low, low. Why
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explosion on stage. Comes fear. Frances Fanon. Ya you know his anger is so clear ?. . Using my brain. Until the power is obtained. Using my stength to gain. A struggle for rage. . But I. Choose to
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mask of a phantom acts wailin'. Deranged assailant. I tame the rage, isolate, chase and kill my prey. Walk the lion outta da cage. And that's a part of life or should I say death. Reach in your
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quiet river rage. Forcin' my lips into a smile. Don't believe that the world is empty. Just too noisy to hear the sound. I can feel the quiet river rage. And I'm fallin' down. Saved by the river now
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A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home. Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on. A world of violent rage. But it's one that I can recognise. Having never seen the colour of my fathers
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A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home. Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on. A world of violent rage. But it's one that I can recognise. Having never seen the colour of my fathers