| Tongues twisting truth will be torn from their throats
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| The warmth in their veins will run cold
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| A liars crown will be carved from their bones
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| For their deceit they must atone
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| Three words like sharpened blades
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| They tried to take a life, but left a crimson trace
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| Straight back to the hole they call their home
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| There’s no way out, can’t hide their scent, rotten souls
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| Silence the voice who spreads untruths
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| Strip the deceivers of their youth
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| Pale skin will be peeled from their bones
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| The decay beneath exposed
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| Tongues twisting truth will be torn from their throats
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| The warmth in their veins will run cold
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| A liars crown will be carved from their bones
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| For their deceit they must atone
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| Detached tongues drips poison no more
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| Untruths from filthy mouths no longer soar
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| Serrated steel will erase the lies that they spread
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| In a flash of the blade, blackened soil runs red
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| Their misdeeds will be paid back tenfold and they will know
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| A rope and a blade for every throat
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| Their misdeeds will be paid back tenfold and they will know
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| And end of every rope
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| Their misdeeds will be paid back tenfold and they will know
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| A blade for every throat
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| Tongues twisting truth will be torn from throats
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| The warmth in their veins will run cold
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| A liars crown will be carved from their bones
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| For your deceit they must atone |