Same old story, only the faces change
About a young boy,
I never made it past the bedroom door
I was stone
Sunrise, another day, smile on a killer's face
Strikes terror through
In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia,
On the trail of
Woke today, my head's a daze
I can't remember a thing
Do you believe in God in heaven?
Do you believe or
Staring through the window
Looking at another lonely day
Oh how could
Children of the future
Rise and take the land
You must find
Hear the sounds, feel the light
Yes you wanna go out
In the dark of the night and you stand all
They blind your mind
Your mama's blue-eyed boy
They make you eat
You come to our show, you're one of the living
We
Your body looks like a continent
Looks like it's real heaven
What the hell do you want from me?
There ain't no
Stop messing with my head, stop messing with me
Stop messing
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