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Wild eyed and tight fisted, I'm fused to the bone |
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I stand contemplating reacting alone |
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Impaled with betrayal, the tourniquet turns |
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Society's creation pole axed out and burnt |
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Long ago when man was King |
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His heart was clean now he's stained class |
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Time has slashed each untouched thing |
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So now he's just a stained class King |
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Transfixed at deliverance, is this all there is |
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Faithless continuum into the abyss |
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Fierce is my conviction absolute my belief |
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I spit at you apathy and seducer deceits |
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Long ago when man was King |
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His heart was clean, now he's stained class |
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Time has slashed each untouched thing |
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So now he's just a stained class King |
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Lethal, deadly, hung, drawn and quartered |
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He slaughtered and faltered and altered the world |
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But by doing so smashed all his hopes and Utopian dreams |
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Whipping, stripping, peeling the flesh off relentless and senseless |
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His lust snapped like vipers whose fangs sank in deep |
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To infest and decay from the core |
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Impaled with betrayal, the tourniquet turns |
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Society's creation pole axed out and burnt |
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Long ago when man was King |
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His heart was clean, now he's stained class |
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Time has slashed each untouched thing |
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So now he's just a stained class King |
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Stained class King |
