| Stuck, a relic in time.
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| Dated, erase from from my mind.
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| Your words have have no merit.
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| Whisper from the past, grin and bear it.
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| Actions, horrid thinks you do.
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| Court jester playing the fool.
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| Hypocrite in your belief.
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| To all you’re nothing but a thief!
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| But a thief!
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| Time has come.
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| Penance for things you’ve done.
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| Lies spilling from your teeth.
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| Spewing up from beneath.
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| You’re a throwback!
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| Winding back the hands.
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| Takking back what is mine.
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| Life no longer will i give.
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| Another suckerto help you live.
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| Your presence makes me sick.
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| Spreading lies, think it makes you sick.
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| On the table, nothingto offer.
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| Morally bankrupt, empty the coffer.
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| Casting out the line.
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| Friendship torn, we pay the fine.
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| put us all on the hook,
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| for the lives that you took.
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| You’re a throwback!
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| Nothing but a throwback!
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| THROWBACK! |
| THROWBACK! |
| THROWBACK! |
| THROWBACK!
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| Bad blood, on the wall.
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| Shouts echo through the hall.
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| And though, you can’t see.
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| Your absence I discree.
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| Dagger, in the back.
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| Cold blood, soul of black.
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| Live and learn, we’ve all heard.
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| On your own, the absurd
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| Cockroach under my foot.
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| Scurrying away with what you took.
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| Back from the filth, which you came.
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| Stealing ideas for your acclaim.
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| Parasite bleeding out my vein.
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| Diminishing the soulas you drain.
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| Weakened will, you’re left with doubt.
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| It’s at this time I cast you out.
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| Talking behind our backs.
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| Making allies with false facts.
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| The circles that you spin.
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| Confusion, chaos, you can’t win.
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| You’re a throwback!
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| Nothing but a throwback!
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| Vulture picking through the scraps.
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| Rummage around your hopes collapes.
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| Picked to the bone no more to swallow.
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| Retribution soon to follow.
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| Virus spreading through the human race,
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| disguised as a friend as you try to save face.
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| The fever runs its frantic course,
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| rooting you out at the source.
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| Hour glass of fate.
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| Falling sands as you berate.
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| Kinship only as it serves.
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| Wretched friendship no one deserves.
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| You’re a throwback!
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| Nothing but a throwback!
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| Bad blood, on the wall.
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| Shouts echo through the hall.
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| And though, you can’t see.
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| Your absence I discree.
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| Dagger, in the back.
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| Cold blood, soul of black.
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| Live and learn, we’ve all heard.
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| On your own, the absurd.
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| THROWBACK! |