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To me as the king of the damned We hang their action on my black .. outdoor They take their lies by the slide of my hand We are gonna take it to the gates of heaven But all the saints seem to come .. No time for reason no hope for .. waiting for Found a .. danger play .,, walk with me cause I am a soul .. no tales to tale our hands are broken All play the .. dying from this pain we are born We are dyeing we are through we are dyeing The day we are born we are trying we will .. We are dying from the day we are born Can’t stay for .. can’t wait for .. my spirit broken My soul is chopped cause we are dying From the day that we are born we are trying we will .. We are dying from the day we are born we are trying we will .. We are dying from the day we are born we are trying we will .. We are dying from the day we are born From Letras Mania