| you’re sowing the seeds of hate on fields of peace
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| curb your vicinity with vanity
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| you’re proud on each and everyone fallen to your charm,
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| you’re proud if all you bring is bitter harm
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| you’re proud on your filthy evil me,
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| your personality is kissed by jealousy
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| your hunger stilled when you have killed
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| other’s dreams to be fulfilled,
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| the night drapes the skies in sweet release
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| black skies, your eyes,
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| the night reveals and heals all the pain inside
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| your black skies on my mind
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| a stiff body sluggishly on the floor
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| drives me insane cause I expected more
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| with every minute greed grows in me and all these silent voices keep tempting me from lust to dust, from day to dawn
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| filthy soil I smell the lawn
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| I long for the night dressed in sweet release
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| another day has died, black the sky,
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| I licked off the dirt, now it’s washed and dried,
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| after all this pain you’re so far away
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| (sweet child o’mine)
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| (bye bye) |