W.T.Y.D. — Annihilator

Catch a shooting star, burn it to a crisp Born into death, will you take the risk See buckets and buckets, yeah, buckets of sin You'll never end and can never begin

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Welcome To Your Death

No forest of pleasure or fields of pain High-rise at night, see the pavements of stain A beckoning hand from those who were slain Now you can sleep again

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I take the night and I stretch it wide And I see all, you hide, I died So slip right in, sip the wine The caution flashes but the water's fine

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