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Mr. Hyde No amnesty in anger, no sweet relief of pain Another day is like a bullet piercing through my brain More hollow is tomorrow than empty shells can tell Don't need to die here to be banging on the gates of hell No fight is feather weight; no wounds are to obscene I'm in the ring with my own mother fucking wolverine The horror I devourer is measured to extremes And death on end is starring genesis on brand new themes Mental decay There is no way of redemption Hallelujah, don't let him fool ya Meet Mister Hyde Uncover deep new ground to bury all of you clowns I paid my way; your time to pay has come today The saint becomes the sinner, the sane is sinister Let's leave it all up to a god to pick the more of a winner Transformation, Mental decay There is no way of redemption Hallelujah, don't let him fool ya Meet Mister Hyde |