| Gonna do it my way,
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| promise that one day
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| all of you are going down.
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| Really just can’t wait
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| to free this pure hate.
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| And that sure as hell is gonna hurt.
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| Do you remember, thinking I’d surrender
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| as if I would bow to you.
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| I’m always gonna scream 'n' spit,
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| have a fucking shitfit just wait
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| and you will see.
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| The shining blade of mine,
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| has spillen blood before.
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| Dismal, dark feeling,
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| is knocking at my door.
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| Your name on my blade, I won’t erase
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| until I get to cut my name on your face.
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| This violent rage, I just can’t control it anymore
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| You better pray to god, as I drink your blood
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| and spit it in your fucking ugly face.
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| On the edge of madness
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| riled up, obsessed to see you suffer as you die.
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| Wathch the sun going down, like the whore that you are
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| Wait for the moon raising up like my insanity, it’s on.
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| Contet to set you free,
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| you’re shackled, I hold the key.
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| Your days are numbered at thirty three
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| come here just follow me.
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| It will be quick, you will see.
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| 'cause your days are numbered at thirty fucking three. |