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He walks the streets full of dead meat, empty heads and cancelled eyes
Got a pain I've got a hunger, lord my soul ain't satisfied
It ain't hard to be a sinner, lord it's hard to be a saint
Had a taste you've had a glimmer, start to shiver can't be what you ain`t
Here we come we're coming fast, all the others are in the past
Voices screaming in my head, into the future into the future
Come on, come on
Hit the accelerator, the accelerator