| As the madman we all know who writhed on a crucifix
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| I too have been sacrificed by death and her tricks
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| Pursue the grail to make a wish and drink from the goblet of gore
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| Souls are but small giblets please death care for more?
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| In my anger ten more pills shall I gather seven hills?
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| Lock the horns into place call upon the human race
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| And I would pray: bitch which art in heaven above hallowed be thy name
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| Thy violence come mayhem be done on Earth as it has in Rome
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| Give us this day our daily gore forgive us for being poor
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| Cause maybe if we pay enough we can wield upon the whore!
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| I met an alter side of myself he said I don’t know all but I’m learning
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| I’m tired of quiet revolution I feel a violent yearning
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| So gather your masses be masters of your fate
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| Be all that you sow there is war in the shadows I am the master of hate
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| Delivering the final BLOW!!!
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| We the people shall destroy!!!
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| The whore my lord she shall not want she eateth though I wield
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| She creates the bondage we are sheep in her field
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| Her cup runneth over with my blood and she wants more
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| Death I am your filthy grail your GOBLET OF GORE…
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| All that I sow… of this horrorshow! |