| I’m feeling sick from the thought of you all
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| Expected to walk when you can’t even crawl
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| Spoon feed lies at your first breath
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| Count down the days till a beautiful death
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| The spoilt filth that roam these streets
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| It begins to make me sick
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| Now I have realised what I have to do
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| Eradicate the all and send them to awaiting tombs
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| Embrace me with open arms
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| It’s not too late to redeem you
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| Is it you’re fault that you’re a waste of space?
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| Or is it just this fucked up world that consumes you?
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| I don’t bring pity for those who are leeches of the sun
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| I won’t forget those you claim they are redeeming
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| I won’t forget those until I have taken every one
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| Can you hear all the lies? |
| that surrounds you?
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| Can you speak the truth that’s not found in you?
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| I’m feeling sick from the thought of you all
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| Expected to walk when you can’t even crawl
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| Spoon feed lies at your first breath
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| Count down the days until a beautiful death
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| (This rotting inside I feel it consuming
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| This hatred inside I feel it consuming)
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| Leeches of the sun
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| I dream of tidal waves consuming this world
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| Picking off you fucking fleas that unfurl
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| So if it doesn’t happen I am here to serve
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| Eradication of all that have turned… |