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Death is in his place of the format
Carefully now watching the screen
Yeah
Down in the deep
The reaper takes his seat
And is now handling the fate of a coming fallen
Watching the screen
Like a spinning globe in numbers
Ready to crumble, and betting on you
I crucify time and make it all mine
I'm at the end of the sirens
The paranoia are growing on you
Until the end of the sirens
Carefully now watching the screen
Yeah
Down in the deep
The reaper takes his seat
And is now handling the fate of a coming fallen
Watching the screen
Like a spinning globe in numbers
Ready to crumble, and betting on you
I crucify time and make it all mine
I'm at the end of the sirens
The paranoia are growing on you
Until the end of the sirens
Cold are your feet
Rigor mortis creeping underneath and so slowly
You are the fallen
Time is a beast
Hear the knock knock tik tok ding dong
Ready to crumble, it's betting on you
I crucify time and make it all mine
I'm at the end of the sirens
The paranoia are growing on you
Until the end of the sirens
A place in the sun, but below the ground
And at the end of the sirens
Dead cold is my hand, but I'll be your friend
Until the end of the sirens
Down in the deep
The reaper takes his seat
Rigor mortis creeping underneath and so slowly
You are the fallen
Time is a beast
Hear the knock knock tik tok ding dong
Ready to crumble, it's betting on you
I crucify time and make it all mine
I'm at the end of the sirens
The paranoia are growing on you
Until the end of the sirens
A place in the sun, but below the ground
And at the end of the sirens
Dead cold is my hand, but I'll be your friend
Until the end of the sirens
Down in the deep
The reaper takes his seat
And is now handling the fate of a coming fallen
Watching the screen
Like a spinning globe in numbers
Ready to crumble, and betting on you
I crucify time and make it all mine
I'm at the end of the sirens
The paranoia are growing on you
Until the end of the sirens
A place in the sun, but below the ground
And at the end of the sirens
Dead cold is my hand, but I'll be your friend
Until the end of the sirens
Death is in his place of the format
Carefully now watching the screen
Yeah
Watching the screen
Like a spinning globe in numbers
Ready to crumble, and betting on you
I crucify time and make it all mine
I'm at the end of the sirens
The paranoia are growing on you
Until the end of the sirens
A place in the sun, but below the ground
And at the end of the sirens
Dead cold is my hand, but I'll be your friend
Until the end of the sirens
Death is in his place of the format
Carefully now watching the screen
Yeah
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