Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, the dogs are barking
The caravan is passing
It has no time to slow down
You can continue to betray me
I know I can die
But from my grave I will hair you
And from my grave I will hair you
They bark in jealousy
They glory in hypocrisy
I am the sacrifice they chose
The chosen sacrifice
Woah, woah

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