| Flesh ripped from my bones
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| Survival of the weakest force
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| Bullets form the tongue of damnation
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| Brainwashed minds cut out the eyes
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| Of reason in a desperate stare
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| Hatred comes from nothing more
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| Where’s your God now?
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| Mercy does not exist
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| God’s children slaying their brothers
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| Signing his name on their grave
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| No stones are left unturned
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| Bodies cover the floor
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| Grass turns red as the blood descends
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| God is not here anymore
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| Reflection in the knife as your life ends
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| Mercy does not exist
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| God’s children slaying their brothers
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| Signing his name on their grave
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| No stones are left unturned
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| This is hell this is my home, my home is hell
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| In this fucking hell I roam
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| Need repent, decapitation forced on life
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| Feed torment, mother’s raped with rusty knife
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| Hills of bodies, black smoke rises
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| Burning limbs and stench of death
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| Evil machine stands tall holding ground
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| Pure and clean
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| Lies dead and hellbound
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| This is hell this is home
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| Home is hell in this hell I roam
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| Flesh ripped from your bones
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| Where’s your God now? |