| What you reap is born from grace
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| Embraced to death and suffocate
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| Cannot have it, cannot hold
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| Envy makes you hurt, destroy
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| What you reach is what you take
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| You hate, you break, you denegrate
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| Change the shape and penetrate
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| Burned in flames on razorblade
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| It’s the time
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| Now we play, we hide
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| We seek the pray
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| Do you know this game?
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| Made me drown, inhale, insane
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| Now it’s time to change the game
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| Let me face you again
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| Let me show you what’s the pain
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| Let me brake your face profane
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| Reap your veil so hypocrate
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| There’s our place to play
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| I will show you the way
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| Let’s play the game my prey
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| The prey
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| Trace by trace you reach
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| Piece by piece you feast
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| Therre is no relief
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| Only constant growing grief
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| What you sow is what you reap
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| Poisen of your soul will leak
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| Enemy you’ll meet
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| Wears your face under beneath
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| It’s the end of the game
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| Who’s the winner, who’s the prey?
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| Who’s the winner, who’s the prey?
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| Made me drown, inhale, insane
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| Now it’s time to end the play
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| Let me show you what’s the pain
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| It’s the end of this fucking game |