| To the predators at bay
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| I’ve got ways to make you pay
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| Lessons taught by peeling skin
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| And I love it when you
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| Beg for the time, I’m about to take
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| Like your rogue entitlement
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| Skin your sins away
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| Karma comes to say
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| Who will care anyway?
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| I was thinking that this time together
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| Might just cleanse your slate
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| You’ll scream: Stop! |
| Stop! |
| Stop!
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| That’s the irony
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| It’s like deja vu, right?
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| Are their faces resurfacing?
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| Do you see what they have to see?
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| There are remnants of ways you forced yourself
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| In the traces of everything you’ve touched
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| Your own weapon is
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| Ten more pieces to take
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| One at a time is a lot to accomplish but
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| I know that I’ll get it done
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| You might call this Arcane Justice
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| I’ll enforce it with my hands
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| Power coercion
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| Goes around, comes around
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| You can’t escape it
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| You’re gonna feel it
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| Own it
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| Beg for the limbs, I’m about to take
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| You have stolen innocence
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| Skin your sins away
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| Pliers help to say
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| This is what you deserve
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| You’ll plead: Let this stop!
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| That’s the irony
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| It’s like deja vu, right?
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| All the faces resurfacing
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| Do you see what they have to see
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| There are remnants of
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| Ways you force yourself
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| In the traces of everything and everyone you love |