| In your hands there’s a newpolished «45, it boosts your ego and the trigger
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| makes you king, innocence can’t cut the troaths of your victims, in your
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| head there’s a plague released by your, evil «I».
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| Just take a look in the mirror, you’ll see yourself with horns,
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| a man not too unfamiliar, but you have not seen him before.
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| Oh… your hand are dirty, the stains of blood will never leave.
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| In your past there’s a little boy who wets the bed, picked on for life.
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| But the time has come for a bloody revenge, your parents went first to taste
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| a bit of your newfound pride, the world will pay and you’ll walk the streets
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| with your head held high.
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| Just take a look in the mirror, you’ll see yourself with horns,
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| a man not too unfamiliar, but you have not seen him before.
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| Oh… your hand are dirty, the stains of blood will never leave. |
| Oh… your
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| hand are dirty, the stains of blood will never leave.
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| What a plan, you never meant for this to happen, you never understood why
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| you got the gift to make them die, nothing from the past can make the future
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| live again, hospitalized!
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| The troopers didn’t care for your life.
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| Oh… your hand are dirty, the stains of blood will never leave. |