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On the count of three, you'll wake up

In a violent state of mind

The face you see before you

Is a face that you despise

You'll take the blame

Oh, what a shame

There is no one that can stop me

My objective is to kill

No one will deny of the blood

I have to spill

Hypnotic state

Subconscious hate

Walking down the crowded street

My mission cut and dry

Reaching in my pocket, for the gun

That ends your life

I hear the screams

Is this a dream?

Sirens in the distance

There's a panic for the door

Staring at the gun

I see the body on the floor

This isn't real I couldn't kill

Hypnotic state

They drag me down the corridor

And strap me to the chair

I understand what happened

Now the poison fills the air

A hitman for the company

But now I have to die

Someone's got to stop them

Cause they're fucking with our minds

(Solo/Paul)

Subconscious hate

Unknowing fate

We live to die