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Thirty will not buy reprieve |
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Your words are daggers that break like plastic swords |
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So pick up your torches it s conviction that eludes you |
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I defend what s mine with a murderous rage |
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Herein the start of your nightmare |
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No matter how many holes you pierce, you will never be half of me |
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The act has run its course, pray at the alter of heresy |
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I'll take your fucking heart, I'll leave you ripped and bleeding |
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So get up off your knees |
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And When I take your life, you better look me in the eyes |
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Or die just how you lived yours |
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Spineless, viral |
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You'd crawl to your coffin |
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Corroded, scaled and grotesque |
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Filled with an undying hate |
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Malignant, sentenced to death, for all the lies betrayed |
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No matter how many holes you pierce, you will never be half of me |
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The act has run its course, a cesspool of a bloodline |
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I'll take your fucking heart, I'll leave you ripped and bleeding |
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So get up off your knees |
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And When I take your life, you better look me in the eyes |
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Or die just how you lived yours |
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Spineless, viral |
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You'd crawl to your coffin |
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Viral |
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I'll take your fucking heart, I'll leave you ripped and bleeding |
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So get up off your knees |
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And When I take your life, you better look me in the eyes |
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Or die just how you lived yours |
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Spineless, viral |
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You'd crawl to your coffin |
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You'd crawl to your coffin |
