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I want you to get out now
I want all of you to get up out of your chairs
I want you to get up right now, you go to the window, open it
And stick your head out and yell
"I'm most tired of hell, and I am not going to take this anymore"
You're still listening, gentleman

We in the four phases of life
Reflections of a spectral light
Trapped within a purgatory prism of my inner mind
Rest in peace the victims of an unforgiving time
This the era of the spectacle that blames it on my kind

Death to all your fallacies and ignorance alike
Death to all the ego trips that blind you from the sights
The world ain't even real, but you still argue out of spite
To know the fucking truths, to know that everything's a lie

I'd rather laugh with the sinners than die with the saints
Dance with the reaper than be scared of my fate
I'm the fourth horseman who broke through the ninth gate
Here to make a deal with those who wanna pay

I'd rather laugh with the sinners than die with the saints
Dance with the reaper than be scared of my fate
I'm the fourth horseman who broke through the ninth gate
Here to make a deal with those who wanna pay



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Writer(s): Roger Canales
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