| Dictatorship is what you aim for
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| But what you need is a kick in the teeth
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| What makes you think God protects you
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| Soon you’ll learn that’s not the case
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| I’ll take your blood to feed my hate
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| 'Cause it’s you I despise
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| What I’ll do is save for you
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| The last zip of spit
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| Chopped off your head, chopped off your limbs
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| Chopped off everything
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| Cut out your heart, cut out your eyes
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| I ripped you all apart
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| I’ll take your blood to feed my hate
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| 'Cause it’s you I despise
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| What I’ll do is save for you
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| The last zip of spit
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| Stab your knife into my back
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| And twist the blade around
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| You could kill me easily
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| But not if I would kill you first
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| I pull out the knife plunged into your chest
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| The blood is spraying in my face
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| So I can’t even see you die
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| I guess your veins will be drained
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| I’ll take your blood to feed my hate
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| 'Cause it’s you I despise
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| What I’ll do is save for you
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| The last zip of spit
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| Stab your knife into my back
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| And twist the blade around
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| You could kill me easily
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| But not if I would kill you first
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| Die!
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| Lead: Sattler
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| Lead: Delahaye
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| Broken bones stick out of your flesh
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| It was me out of control
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| Then the final convulsion comes
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| It brings you peace eternally
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| I’ll take your blood to feed my hate
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| 'Cause it’s you I despise
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| What I’ll do is save for you
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| The last zip of spit
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| Stab your knife into my back
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| And twist the blade around
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| You could kill me easily
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| But not if I would kill you first
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| Now die!
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| Die! |