| It all stems from the disappointment
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| That you couldn’t produce something better than this
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| The hurt spreads like an infection
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| Draining all of the confidence
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| But I don’t hate my children
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| I’m always proud of them
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| I just need to abuse the power
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| I just can’t fucking let them win
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| So I’m coming to hunt you
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| And I’m looking to keep the things I kill
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| I’m just trying to find out
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| How far I can push you against your will
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| What a sick little stage we dance on
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| Feigning some sort of discipline
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| Just to see who can suck it faster
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| Who can repurpose the fear within
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| I wanna watch it destroy you
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| But I know that’s the easy way to win
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| So I’ll keep playing the pieces
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| While you’re cutting faces and wearing our skin
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| I know it’s gonna destroy you
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| They’re all judging you deep beneath your sins
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| Backed into a corner
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| You have to face it
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| I’m coming to hunt you
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| And I’m looking to keep the things I kill
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| I’m just trying to find out
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| How far I can push you against your will
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| I’m coming to hunt you
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| And I’m looking to keep the things I kill
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| I’m just trying to find out
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| How far I can push you against your will
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| I wanna destroy you
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| I’m judging you deep beneath your skin
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| I’m eating the heart out
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| Just playing the pieces I’ve been given
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| I’m coming to hurt
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| I’m coming to hurt
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| I’m coming to hurt
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| I’m coming to hurt
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| I’m coming to hurt
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| I’m coming to hurt
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| I’m coming to hurt
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| I’m coming to hurt
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| I’m coming
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| I feel like saying more, but I don’t want to ruin the surprise |