| In the dead of night we kick in your door slang you to the floor
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| Beat you 'til you bleed from the head down traces won’t be found
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| No one hears you scream desperate and blind we breathe cyanide
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| Leave the mark of death punishment sores shook to the core
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| Time has come, laceration
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| Minutes of death, incarceration
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| Gonna kill you slow and lethal
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| Welcome to our brand of evil
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| Tools of the trade are flashing so bright prepare to lose sight
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| Hammers and drills on common display your life fades away
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| Docile the pain runs it’s course there won’t be remorse
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| Greet your fear with one good look then we seal the book
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| Time has come, laceration
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| Minutes of death, incarceration
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| Gonna kill you slow and lethal
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| Welcome to our brand of evil
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| Don’t care what you say, we won’t walk away, you feel the sting
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| Raise down your life tonight
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| We back up every time, we let freedom sink
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| Your laws don’t matter now, dissolved what lies below
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| We shatter as you speak
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| The devil knows no love, we further his dear cause, until all is bleak
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| In the dead of night we kick in your door slang you to the floor
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| Beat you 'til you bleed from the head down traces won’t be found
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| No one hears you scream desperate and blind we breathe cyanide
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| Leave the mark of death punishment sores shook to the core
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| Time has come, laceration
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| Minutes of death, incarceration
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| Gonna kill you slow and lethal
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| Welcome to our brand of evil |