| Tumour growing, filling life with deceit
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| Poisoned blood, your mothers worthless breed
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| Your vicious infestation of the weaker mind
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| The belief of higher purpose is yours not mine
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| Words of wisdom nowhere to be found
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| I spit on your thoughts of hallowed ground
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| Spreading your venom polluting the will
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| Brings out in me the scent for the kill
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| Damned be those stepping out of line
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| The toxins you spill are forced to decline
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| The lust of men is bound to win
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| Evil are those who call it sin
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| Venom
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| No absolution for those who think for themselves
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| Put in boxes, placed on the wicked shelf
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| Converting the world claiming your word is law
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| In the name of god you fight the unholy war
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| Words of wisdom nowhere to be found
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| I spit on your thoughts of hallowed ground
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| Spreading your venom polluting the will
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| Brings out in me the scent for the kill
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| Damned be those stepping out of line
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| The toxins you spill are forced to decline
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| The lust of men is bound to win
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| (Evil is not the lust of men)
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| Evil are those who call it sin
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| You’re all liars, inside you are dead
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| To kill the snake you cut off the head
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| Living existences with no chance of scar
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| I’ll take the Morningstar
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| (Solo: Heinz) |