| It’s happened again
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| regained consciousness and find myself on the streets.
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| I retrace footsteps
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| to be led to a burnt down home.
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| It’s coming back to me, I can now hear the screams
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| repeating again and again, their all begging me to stop.
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| I have no control now
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| so i’m left with these blood stained hands
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| I wash them in seas
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| forgive me please
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| its not my fault.
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| Where is this demon in me?
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| Or am i all alone?
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| How could i do such evil things?
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| I feel my heart turn to stone.
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| Now these days are closer
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| I must return home
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| I can feel my self convulsing
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| I don’t want to be alone.
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| Oh my god I am possessed again
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| I run straight for the kitchen draw
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| to grab my sharpest blade
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| this hunting game is about to begin.
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| Run you putrid filthy fucks
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| as your front door is kicked in.
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| This is not a choice this is a way of life
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| I spread a plague of torment to cleanse this fucking race
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| i’ve found a purpose here
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| these hands have been revealed.
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| Now I know what I must do to rid this world of a vile existence.
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| I’ve found a purpose here
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| these hands have been revealed
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| I spread a plague of torment
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| to cleanse this fucking race.
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| That shaking earth that’s at your feet.
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| So without any time to waste
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| fall to your fucking knees.
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| Prepare to witness something you have never seen before
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| removing every piece of you starting with your teeth you whore.
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| I’ll keep breathing until I think the time is right
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| when the clock strikes three o' three i’ll end your fucking life tonight.
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| This is not a choice, this is a way of life… |