| The monster
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| The mo. |
| the monster
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| All all all I see is this blood on you
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| Yeah
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| For Real
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| The monster
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| The mo. |
| the monster
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| All all all I see is this blood on you
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| I got
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| So much blood on my hands they look forever red
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| Developed hunger
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| From a taste I shoulda never fed
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| Tortured animals
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| Dislocated mandibles
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| Rusty razor blade
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| Cutting the eyes out of a severed head
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| Manic mood swings make me do things
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| Like make noose rings outta shoe strings
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| Then I string my puppy in a closet
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| Trying to hang him till he die
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| And I giggle cuz he sound just like a baby when he cry
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| Skinning things alive
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| Nail they flesh up to the wall
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| They bodies look disturbin'
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| Cuz they nerves still make em crawl
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| I cut the jugular vein and watch the blood spray
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| Open stomach
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| Flies swarming where the guts lay
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| Until it’s something you done seen in the flesh
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| You’ll never know the true meaning
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| Of being demon possessed
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| I can feel that something sickening
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| Is living inside
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| And I’m trying to get a grip
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| But I keep feeling it slide
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| I am a monster
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| The monster
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| The mo. |
| the monster
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| All I see is this blood on you
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| The monster
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| The mo. |
| the monster
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| All I see is this blood on you
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| Yeah
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| For Real
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| They don’t know what it feels like to kill right
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| Or be afraid everyday
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| Cuz you still might
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| You ever hunted for a human
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| Like the hunger games?=
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| Because the beast that you unleashed
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| Is feeling hunger pains?
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| You ever slept up in a tree for an entire night
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| Like Rambo in your camo
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| Extra ammo for the fire fight?
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| Cata with a strobe flash
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| Blind you with a shining light
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| Emotionless as Mike Myers
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| Right behind them iron sights
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| Tormented by the devil
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| Haunted by his voice
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| Loaded pistol to my head
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| He tells me I ain’t got a choice
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| You envision it so vivid cuz I am livin' what I write
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| The dead whispering
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| And I listen cuz they visit me at night
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| My family can’t relate to me
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| And I feel like God’s forsaken me
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| And I’m knowing that they pray for me
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| But I feel like it’s too late for me
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| I used to wonder can a dead man lie
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| I found the answer ]When I looked into a dead man’s eyes
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| I am a monster
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| The monster
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| The mo. |
| the monster
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| All I see is this blood on you
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| I am the monster
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| The monster
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| The mo. |
| the monster
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| All I see is this blood on you
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| Yo
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| And I remember being high and lonely
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| Crying with a gun on me
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| Openly we spoke
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| You told me how You sent your son for me
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| I received I repented and was baptized
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| The spirit fell upon me
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| Errything was capsized
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| I heard that those who are forgiven much
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| Can truly love
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| Well I guess then that explains why I’m infatuated
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| Sin had us captivated and virtually saturated
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| But You attached the payment for the blood
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| That we made splash the pavement
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| And you forgave the monster
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| The monster
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| The mo. |
| the monster
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| Now every time I make a mistake
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| All I see is this blood on you
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| I see the blood on You
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| I am the monster
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| The monster
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| The mo. |
| the monster
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| You died for the monsters
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| All I see is this blood on you
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| I only see the blood on You
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| I only see the blood on You
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| I only see my blood on You
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| I only see my blood on You |