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_______________________________________________________________________________
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((___)) ((___))
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[ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ]
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\ / presents... \ /
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(` ') (` ')
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(U) (U)
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DEATH ANGEL
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Frolic through the park
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Compliments of Swamp Rat
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>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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Death Angel is: Gus Pepa - Guitar Address:
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Mark Osegueda - Vocals Death Angel
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Rob Cavestany - Lead Guitar PO Box 170545
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Dennis Pepa - Bass San Francisco, CA 94117
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Andy Galeon - Drums
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All lyrics (c)1988 I.P.F.S. Rejected Youth/La Rana Music [BMI]
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--3rd Floor
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(M. Osegueda)
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Trapped by iron bars
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Solitary ripping at me inside
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A victim of this crazy ward
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Must get out of here
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No one gets out of here
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Force fed medication
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The more I take the sooner I'm free
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Contributing to my mind's abduction
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Can't they see it's tearing me
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Can't they see it's killing me
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(chorus)
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Welcome to the 3rd floor
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It's a one way trip
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Then they lock the door
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More than just a crazy nightmare
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Doors opened up and swallowed me
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Banished from existence
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Why'd they ever throw away the key
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Will I ever be set free
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(chorus)
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--Road Mutants
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(R. Cavestany)
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They didn't used to be this way
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In the beginning
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Not to put up a front
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It's just the way they are
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Enter the human race
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But no one's winning
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You do what you can
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This is what they believe
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(chorus)
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Road mutants crushing all
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They rise while others fall
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Laughing in your faces
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They smell like death
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So hold your breath
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Their skin starts to peel
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Sucking moisture off the surface
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Causing wounds that won't heal
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In the night there is no light
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The time is right to have fun
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Perspiration is no question
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When you're caught by the sun
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You feel their presence miles away
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You feel them coming
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Not too quick to arrive
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That's their style
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But when they finally hit the stage
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There's nothing left to say
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The real world goes away
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Escape for awhile
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(chorus)
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They smell like death
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So hold your breath
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It's time to get down
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You can spot them from a distance
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'Cause they're not from your town
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The road mutants love to
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Have a good time
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When we're gone
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You can't erase the scar on your mind
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(chorus)
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--Why you do this
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(M. Osegueda)
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I will never understand the way you are
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Your mind's an evil tool, striving for more
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Can't you see I can penetrate your lies
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I created you but yet you still defy
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It doesn't matter how hard I try
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A lesson in respect is what you need
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You thrive off the weak-minded ones
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These poor helpless souls that you deceive
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Still come back to the security
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Under my sleeve
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(chorus)
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Don't beat around the bush
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I know it's a task
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I only have on question
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Which I must ask
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Why you do this
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When I was sad and down
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You suddenly came around
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Like a guiding light
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No need for me to fight
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I told you everything
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Brought me up again
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Oh how that all changed
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Only you to blame
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Manipulative days are through
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So bye bye to you
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You've oppressed me since birth
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Wanting your own little world
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Brainwashing them to believe
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You're the ruler evil supreme
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Mother earth is not your toy
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Your evil world I will destroy
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You were deprived of your youth
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You were deprived of joy
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Lonely, depressed little boy
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--Bored
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(R. Cavestany)
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Guilty of no crime
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Not enough, yet too much time
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I'm burning in this hell
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Plans to buy and dreams to sell
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Sitting by myself
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Living life and loving life
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But something bothers me
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What to do - I can't believe
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I'm bored
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Life it's not so fair
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Nothing here and nothing there
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I'm waiting constantly
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It's not the way life's meant to be
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Boredom starts to set
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I try so hard but it's all I get
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Keep waiting all the time
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I think I've reached
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The end of the line
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I'm bored
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--Confused
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(R. Cavestany)
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Sometimes in the back of my mind
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I feel like something struck me blind
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Blind to the path
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Leading out of the forest
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Losing my grip
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I slip into the darkness
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Searching for a trace of serenity
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I find myself dwelling
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In my own self-pity
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Either going up or coming down
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Can I be the king
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Or must I be the clown
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(chorus)
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Let me tell you something about myself
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I got problems only I can tell
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Please listen to me I don't want to be
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Confused anymore
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I'll start today just feeling fine
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In reality my sanity is on the line
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Why can't life flow nice and easy
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It's hard when happiness
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Is there to tease me
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Try to find fun for a brief escape
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Someone save me before it's too late
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Tell me not to listen
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To the voices in my head
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Balancing factors I could use instead
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(chorus)
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Who controls the matter
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Of circumstance
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Make my move and leave the
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Rest up to chance
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Take my hand I'll lead you to a faraway
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Place my friend and there
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Forever we can stay
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--Guilty of Innocence
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(R. Cavestany)
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No choice
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I had to do it
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Or else it was my ass on the floor
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I had to even up the score
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So I shot down the bloody whore
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Now I have to face my destiny
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No hope for me in this biased society
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(chorus)
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Sinner - I'm innocent
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Repent - So sorry
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Die - No, please
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Guilty of innocence
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My only crime was being at the scene
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All fingers point at me
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Things aren't as they seem
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(chorus)
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Here I sit and wonder why
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You constantly must classify
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The way I think
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The way I look
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But I don't really give a damn
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'Cause you don't mean a thing to me
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And this is what I fail to see
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Now I have to go to jail
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'Cause I can't afford the bail
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Judge and jury, sure they were fair
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Laughing as they cut my hair
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--Open Up
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(R. Cavestany)
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I just can't believe what I'm seeing
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It makes me sick inside
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Condemned by the world around me
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I'm not gonna run and hide
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I'm gonna come alive
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Ain't gonna take no jive
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Open up your sewn-shut eyes
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Your disapproving eyes
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When I'm walking down the street
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People turn and stare at me
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As if I couldn't feel their eyes
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They're living in a world of fear and lies
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Best loosen up and take it in stride
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The world don't need egotistical pride
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Open up your eyes
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And see the light
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Just do it
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Must you choose to shut your mind
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I look deep but nothing do I find
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You're so tough, hey, put it on a shelf
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You've got to come out of yourself
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Knock knock knock, but no one's home
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Excuse me please, but I'm sick of society
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It's not me that you have to condone
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'Cause you are you and I am me
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And if we don't agree
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Just let it be
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--Shores of Sin
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(R. Cavestany)
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The crack of dawn fill the empty sky
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We turn our heads towards the east
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Between the hills
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Walk the paths of love
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Towards the caverns of the beast
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A distant cry breaks the solitude
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Of weary men who journey on
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To see the sight horrifies us all
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The magic wind blows and it's gone
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Searching for answers
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Another clue on the list
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Searching for answers
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To questions that cease to exist
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Decipher the runes of earth
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We travel forth to the lake of death
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The guardian says that we must pay
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The price is high for he demands a life
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So it's he we must pay
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Beyond the gates
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Forests of the darkness
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Without the key you'll not get in
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We weave the spell
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Of time and dimension
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Which plants us on
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The shores of sin
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--Mind Rape
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(A. Galeon)
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Leader of a hippie cult
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The devilish chief
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Directs his wicked family
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To kill psychotically
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Dying in agony
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As he observes patiently
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A guiltless bloody murder
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In vain enigmatically
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(chorus)
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They truly believe
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That he is Jesus Christ
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As their bodies are raped
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Of their minds
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Your minds are filled with his lies
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And soon reality's deprived
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From your life
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No sense makes sense
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In this world
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He has your brainwashed mind
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Under control
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In the caverns
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You are led
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Where memory and thoughts
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Are dead
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Your savior is all you need
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And off his love you feed
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Dejected utterly
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X'd from society
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Killed for a so-called god
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Pledge allegiance to your family
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(c)1988 cDc communications by Swamp Rat 7/11/88-64
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All Rights Worth Not Very Much At All, And Regrettably So
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