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Born of laughter |
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Strangled by sin |
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No remorse |
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Mistreat the soul again |
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No features |
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The blur of things denied |
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No returnThe cross to bear is my own |
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Just one sip and life returns |
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Razorfever |
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The pollution of your narrow perception |
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Read into the lines of men's work |
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Degeneration, let the truth be known |
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Numb the pain with liquid of fire tonight |
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Numb the pain with the liquid of fire tonight |
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Razorfever burns |
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Born a desperation's child |
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Admist the last descent |
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Fierce as that of angel's wrath |
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To lay the soul to rest |
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Just one sip and life returns |
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The razorThe pollution of your narrow perception |
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Read into the lines of men's work |
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Degeneration, let the truth be known |
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Numb the pain |
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Just one sip |
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Just one more |
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Just one sip |
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So my world can be restored |
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The pollution of your narrow perception |
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Read into the lines of men's work |
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Degeneration, let the truth be known |
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Numb the pain with liquid of fire tonight |
