| a constant itch will remain on your face
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| you must eat your own head and spit into space
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| it crawls in your skin and into your spin
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| you must dig in your guts and rip out the lines
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| one with no head he sits by your side
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| twitching his fingers and rubbing his tights
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| a pool of blood you’re full of blood
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| the taste of blood the waste of blood
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| always talking just speaking the lines
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| ignoring emotions confusing the signs
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| Satan’s children rise from your knees
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| believing the lies are hard to conceive
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| making the ways and issuing souls
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| spit in the face of those who have tolls
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| what do you see and where do you go what do you know and what can you show
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| vengeance comes and violence goes
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| give them a piece of iron man woes
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| hail to the fury hail to below
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| hail to the horned one the goat that knows
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| Satan’s children looks like a goat
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| Satan’s child fly like a dove
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| Satan’s children run thru the woods
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| Satan’s child all around me Satan’s children looks like a wolf
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| Satan’s child swim in the sea
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| Satan’s children crawl in their web
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| Satan’s child is like me Satan’s children looks like a goat
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| Satan’s child fly like a dove
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| Satan’s children run thru the woods
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| Satan’s child all around me Satan’s children looks like a wolf
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| Satan’s child swim in the sea
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| Satan’s children crawl in their web
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| Satan’s child is like me |