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like hounds on the prowl,
we silly boys are set to pounce…
to drown out the sound.
so kill the noise… just keep it down.
and give in to me…
it’s useless to plead
so give up, concede.
‘cos no one will see…
will hear you scream.
hell bound, kicked around.
go fill the void… come take the crown.
don’t shout. shut your mouth.
and that little voice… just block it out.
and give in to me…
it’s useless to plead
so give up, concede.
‘cos no one will see…
will hear you scream.
and give in to me…
it’s useless to cling
so give up, concede.
‘cos no one, nothing…
can set you free.