Lost in a familiar placeThis channel will not changeThis feeling's all too strangeIt's like home in many ways
Got nothing left insideOnto the darker sideInto the darkness we rideOn a bullet named Christ
They swarm us all like fliesDon't know the wrong from rightThere comes a time to decideI'll choose the darker side
Got nothing left insideOnto the darker sideInto the darkness we rideOn a bullet named Christ
Into the darkness we rideOn a bullet named ChristInto the darkness we rideInto the darkness we rideOn a bullet named ChristInto the darkness we rideInto the darkness we rideOn a bullet named ChristInto the darkness we ride
Got nothing left insideOnto the darker sideInto the darkness we rideOn a bullet named ChristOn a bullet named ChristOn a bullet named ChristOn a bullet named ChristOn a bullet named Christ
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