I know no pain inside my shrinethe world grows cold
you've stumbled in now fortifiednow taste the hate where worlds
intro: I am the dead man walkingI am the dead
lay out the spade in a nation of hatewhere the
dig through the dirtwhere I now laysee the penancethat I
deeper within the sorrow growsburied in me are the seeds
one on one you face the truth that might be
so stop pretending... that you know who I am and
I was the one that you laid out on the
tear me open and look insidesee the thing I've becomewatch
push back at the world around meI've been the slave
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