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Oh, you tried to spit in the eye of a dead man's face |
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Attacked the ways of a man not yet in his grave |
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But your hate was over all too soon |
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Because nothing is over, nothing's through 'til we bury you |
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For the love of brother |
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I will sing this fucking song |
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Aesthetics of hate |
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I hope you burn in hell, go |
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Oh, the words |
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I read on the screen left me fucking sick |
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I felt the hatred rising, you son of a bitch |
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You branded us pathetic for our respect |
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But he made us driven, deep reverence far beyond the rest |
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For the love of brother |
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I will sing this fucking words |
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Aesthetics of hate |
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I hope you burn in hell |
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Oh, long live memories |
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Live his freedom vicariously |
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Defend tenfold |
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His honor we'll always uphold |
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For the love of brother |
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I will say these fucking words |
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No silence against ignorance |
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Iconoclast, |
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I hope you burn, burn in hell |
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May the hands of |
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God strike them down |
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May the hand of |
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God strike them down |
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May the hand of |
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God strike them down |
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May the hand of |
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God strike them, strike them |
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May the hands of |
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God strike them down |
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May the hands of |
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God strike them down |
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May the hands of |
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God strike them down |
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May the hands of |
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God strike them |
