| I still believe in God |
| But God no longer believes in me |
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| There's a crystal view from my window |
| And I can see years to come |
| I live for the burn and the sting of pleasure |
| I live for the sword, the steel, and the gun |
| I can tear down the walls, storm the barricades |
| Run to the place where the frightened crawl |
| Desire lurks beyond good and evil |
| So I dance on the graves where the hallowed fall |
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| Over this land |
| All over this wasteland |
| Over this land |
| All over this wasteland |
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| You can touch, but please keep your distance |
| You're innocent and pure and with no shame |
| The spirit is willing, and the flesh is craved |
| You tease and you taunt with the pleasure of pain |
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| Over this land |
| All over this wasteland |
| Over this land |
| All over this wasteland |
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| Heaven and Hell, I know them well |
| But I haven't yet made my choice |
| I'm feeling scared 'cause I'm shouting loud |
| And no one can hear my voice |
| I'm walking the tightwire, can't look down |
| Strung out high, above you all |
| Fateful wind blows through this land |
| Howls my name, heralds my fall |
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| Over this land |
| All over this wasteland |
| Over this land |
| All over this wasteland |
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| Over this land |
| All over this wasteland |
| Over this land |
| All over this wasteland |
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