| They’re worthless and weak
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| They’re worse than the meek
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| They’re broken and cracked
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| There’s no coming back
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| Ripped and bled
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| From their eyes I’m fed… I’m fed
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| They tell a tale without a word being said…
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| They’re dead
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| I trample their hopes and dreams
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| My energy it comes from their screams
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| I trample their bones and their pride
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| From this fate they cannot hide
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| Fight this beast with all your might
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| Now’s your chance, take your best bite
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| Many before you stood up and tried
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| Many before you fell down and died
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| From throat to anus you’ll be slashed
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| Your once pretty face will be bashed
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| Before you die I must hear you cry
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| Once you’re dead I’ll tell you why
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| Broken people… I’m sick
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| Broken people, weak and feeble
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| Led down a path sealed by wrath
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| The broken people are going away
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| With a master plan that begins today
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| Watch them fade and disappear
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| Not a one will shed a tear
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| They won’t be missed
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| They won’t be mourned
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| From this world they’ve been scorned
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| They’ve been scorned
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| I trample their hopes and dreams
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| My energy it comes from their screams
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| I trample their flesh and their pride
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| I will not stop 'til they’ve all died |