| Plenty
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| Of your little eyeballs
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| Swirling
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| Over and around you’re
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| Squirming
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| Underneath his sharpened blade
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| Each one
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| Stuffed into his velvet
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| Fleshy
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| Hoses of the helpless
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| Flooding
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| Up his little bag of red
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| Severed head
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| Rolling
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| Down the inclinations
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| Opening
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| Tunnels of creation
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| Fiery
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| Glowing of the mouth inside
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| Purified
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| What would we need with the skulls of the filthy
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| Making his altar with flesh from their empty souls
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| Turning your dreams into liquids of potions
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| Ashes they burn like the foggiest notions
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| Bah bah bah bah
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| You’re gonna die yea
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| Bah bah bah bah
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| You’re gonna die yea
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| Bah bah bah bah
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| You’re gonna die yea
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| Bah bah bah bah
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| You’re gonna
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| Gonna die
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| Cobwebs
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| Hanging from the next life
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| Upward
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| Reaching for a white light
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| Only
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| To be shown an evil red
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| Extinguish
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| All you little people
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| A wish
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| Only for the meat to
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| Burn quick
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| So he can destroy your minds
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| Dissolving time
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| What would we need with the skulls of the filthy
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| Making his altar with flesh from your empty souls
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| Turning your dreams into liquids of potions
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| Ashes they burn like the foggiest notions
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| Bah bah bah bah
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| You’re gonna die yea
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| Bah bah bah bah
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| You’re gonna die yea
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| Bah bah bah bah
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| You’re gonna die yea
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| Bah bah bah bah
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| You’re gonna die yea
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| Bah bah bah bah
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| You’re gonna die yea
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| Bah bah bah bah
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| You’re gonna die yea
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| You’re gonna die yea
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| You’re gonna die yea
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| You’re gonna die yea
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| Bah bah bah bah
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| You’re gonna die yea
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| Bah bah bah bah
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| You’re gonna
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| Gonna die |