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You wanna ride?
Door’s open, won’t you come on up inside?
You wanna die?
Door’s open, come on sit right by my side
I’ll be your hate; I’ll be your greed
I’ll be the sight upon which the blinded see
I’ll be your wealth; I’ll be your need
I’ll be the food upon which the hungry feed
I am the nighttime staring at the blackness
Staring at the nothing
Staring back, oh yeah
Ride with me
You wanna die?
Apple’s ripe; won’t you take another bite?
Give me a try
Ripe and ready, have just a little if you like
I’ll be your rage; I’ll be your hope
I’ll be the faith upon which the wounded float
I’ll be your joy; I’ll be your pain
The biting wind blowing through the desert plains
I am the nighttime staring at the blackness
Staring at the nothing
Staring back, oh yeah
Die for me
I’m now your everything
The drugs that you need
Salvation is my fee
Upon your soul I’ll feed
I am the enemy
A new social disease
I’m gonna set you free
Love to watch you bleed
I am the nighttime staring at the blackness
Staring at the nothing
Staring back, oh yeah
Bleed for me
Burn Baby! Burn!:
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