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			Crowned in chrome I took a ride in the wrong directionSevering the one bind you could tie on me
 Darkness froze as all the hooks have been connected
 Butchered underneath a broken light
 There comes a time a man just cannot trust his freedom
 Shaking with the hand that wants to cheat him
 Pissing on the ones who help him float away
 In his darkest hour
 
 So down we go into a twisted dark dissension
 Scavenging the loose change off your mind
 And doused in gold behind a thin shroud of deception
 You're covering the one thing you can't hide from me
 There comes a time a man has nothing to believe in
 Betting with a hand that will defeat him
 Spitting in the eyes that helped you look away
 From your darkest hour
 
 Crowned in chrome I took a ride in the wrong direction
 Severing the one bind you could tie on me
 Darkness froze as all the hooks got disconnected
 Throwing sparks into a starless sky
 There comes a time a man just cannot trust his freedom
 Leeching off a host that will disease him
 Shining up the shoes that send you on your way
 Into your darkest hour
 
			
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