| Can’t withhold my anger
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| Won’t control my rage
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| My bloodlust will be sated
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| I’m locked and loaded and ready to engage
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| Killing everything I’ve ever hated
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| A motherfucking Van Gogh with a gun
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| About to paint his masterpiece
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| Blow the world into oblivion
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| Paint with the blood of the diseased
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| Chorus:
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| Fire away
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| Put your body on display
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| Build myself a tower of decay
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| A symphony
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| Written in human debris
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| Art and murder true synonymy
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| No appeal, no «I got a raw deal», I don’t give a fuck
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| One thing is clear, I’ve got a deaf ear
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| You better shut your mouth and duck
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| When I get a taste of laying everyone to waste
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| My hunger won’t subside
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| I won’t ever stop till the last body drops
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| Let the bullet be my guide
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| Sub Chorus:
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| The virtue of vice
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| In my bloody paradise
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| A portrait of gore
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| My .44
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| Magnum
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| My .44 magnum opus
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| Bodies are the canvas, ammo is the vision
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| For my greatest work of art
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| I’m waging my own inquisition
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| Tearing everything apart
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| I’m building a monument to horror
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| A temple so divine
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| Remembrance to those I’ve massacred
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| Death is the grand design
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| Repeat both Chorus
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| People will stare in disbelief and awe
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| When they see what I’ve created
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| Still life, no life beautiful and raw
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| The world will be captivated
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| Never have they seen something so ambitious
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| Like nothing done before
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| A work so terrible and vicious
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| A masterpiece of gore.
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| Repeat both chorus |