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I would kill the man behind the horses head
Spill his blood and share it with the everyman
He who fills the space behind the photograph
On a wall in every room in every land

Take it out as it grows aloud
And the only way to kill it is to stab it now
I scratched at it and I'm bleeding now
Slam on the foot in the door before it's in your home

As you are the wind that knocks him off his feet
I'll become the ground that when he falls, he'll meet
You will be the ocean come to wash him up
I'll set myself a fire upon a mountain top

Fold, hold on (stabbing it is like feeding it)
And the only way to kill it is to starve it out
I started out and I'm starving now
Slam on the foot in the door before it's in your home

Pointing at the sun, it's done

I would kill the man behind the horses head
Spill his blood and share it with the everyman
He who fills the space behind the photograph
On a wall in every room in every land

Shade, grow it in the shade
Cellar masquerade
Reading from a printed page

Shade, keep it in the shade
Cellar masquer-raid
Running from a printed page

Trade fortune for a wage
Hunger for a plague
Tomorrow for a grim new age
Hold your own

And the only way to kill it is to love it now
I smothered it and I'm smiling now
Slam on the foot in the door, before it's in your home

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