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Turn the lights down low
And close the door, oh
Future is coming
Future rising up
Whoa
Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead
With both eyes open
I wait up for the kill
Feel the evil
Feel the heat as I blast you open
Death comes ripping
And it’s going, death comes ripping
You feel the heat as death comes ripping
Rip your back out
And death comes ripping out
Flesh and blood
Too weak for you
Turning it over
A little too late to penetrate
Death comes ripping
And it’s going, death comes ripping
You feel the heat as death comes ripping
Rip your back out
Death comes ripping
And it’s going, death comes ripping
You feel the heat as death comes ripping
Rip your back out
Death comes ripping
And I know that death comes ripping out
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa
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