| Lonesome are the walls of the laboratory
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| That enclose the dreary living space that he calls his home
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| Hidden away from the urbanites
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| Skulking in shadows, they see his candle lit every night
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| Bolts upon the lightning rod, organizing his creation
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| Laughing in the face of god
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| They say he does not sleep
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| Nor does he venture from the depths of his confined habitat
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| Few have seen him and less have communed
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| They say he has gone mad
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| They say he brings damnation upon us
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| Forever to burn in the name of god
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| Igniting the flame like a candle
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| Cleansing the earth of the demon
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| Forever to burn
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| Cursing your life, we send the flame upon thee
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| Torches ignite, burning all that we see
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| Cursing your life, we send the flame upon thee
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| Torches ignite, burning all that we see
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| Forever to burn in the name of God
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| Igniting the flame like a candle
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| Cleansing the earth of the demon
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| Forever to burn
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| May your god have more mercy than we
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| As we send you to eternity
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| Forever to burn in the name of God
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| Igniting the flame like a candle in the fog
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| May your god have more mercy than I
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| And your soul return into the sky
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| Forever to burn in the name of God
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| Igniting the flame like a candle in the fog
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| Forever to burn in the name of god
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| Send him to hell like a candle in the fog |