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Broken chains nothing more to find
bloody faces scratching on the ground
screaming bodys creeping wild
a king, a fool, a man, a child
when the sun goes down it's time to hide
cause they're looking for a victim tonight
when it's crimetime they make a desition
people knows to kill is their intention
people know - people knows to kill
it's a crimetime
the clock strikes tonight
a crimetime
they coming out to fight
they coming out to fight
run if you can
hide yourself somwhere
pay antention
they can be everywhere
something's chop up
reach out their hands
silent sounds to keep you in trance
crimetime - the clock
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