| I am the pain of desire
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| The god of the liars
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| Another Messiah
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| Against me conspire
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| Get thrown in the fire
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| Flames size of Goliath
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| Screamin for air
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| Lungs have turned into led
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| Head covered red
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| Eyes like they bled
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| Sheep walkin dead
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| Seen nothin yet
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| Feed on the flesh
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| Hunt down the rest
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| Exit wounds in the back
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| 6 tabs want no fuckin less
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| Move out of sight
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| When I’m looking for white knights
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| To fry like it’s sunday at night
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| Bitch you’re smelling like freight
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| No surprise you’d be telling yourself all those lies
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| Ash my blunt in your pie
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| Slidin in out yo wife
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| Break through take a step across the sealine
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| Feed the goat eat a blotter 7 ways to see now
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| Breath out blow smoke inhale till its pitch dark
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| Lights out yall down with no sound it’s so sad
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| Dripping with electrolytes on the omnisphere
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| Bitches inside in my heart
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| When im on a pill
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| Frequencies filling my mind
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| And I’m feeling ill
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| Damn it I think fuck up my brain set
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| I kinda feel
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| That your bitch is now looking me
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| I kinda feel
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| You will not let me killing me
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| Knives and pens
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| And they won’t feel like leaving me
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| I kinda feel
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| That I’m fucked and it’s not morphine
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| All of a sudden they think I can be
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| All of a sudden they think I might be
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| All of a sudden I count the metres to be back with her and my dreamings are real
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| Back up the system
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| And front we will win
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| Facing the realest
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| That ever can be
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| Faith in my soul
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| And I should be more keen
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| On a fucking diameter of grill
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| Bitches laid my room like Mordor
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| Feeling fading on a fortune
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| Dark and hail the Lxrd of
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| Dead I said I mean it bitch get you dead
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| Rolling in no peace
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| And I’m so stuck I feel a bliss and they
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| Trynna keep me calm
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| But pussy boy I resist
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| You can’t fuck with me
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| You can’t fuck even with abyss
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| Pussy boy Fake boy
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| Come and get bitch what you wish
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| Ain’t no mains
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| On my laps
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| Ain’t no shames
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| Of my acts
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| Ain’t no lanes fairytales
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| And she says she will trap
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| With abyssus we said
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| We will kill all the game
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| They will pray for their save
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| And again we will rise |