| Taking matters into my own cold, dead hands
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| Make everyone remember just how my story ends
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| No more surprises, no more sudden change of heart
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| Just my need, just my will to kill
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| Seem so seemless, seem so grossly
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| Depraved this lust for blood
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| Fear of failure, fear of losing
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| Face have left me with
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| Nothing but a murderlust
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| All dead inside, the fears are eating me up
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| I have succumb to my deepest, darkest drives
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| My heart is racing, my cold blood
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| Rushes to my head
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| My steady aim wants somebody dead
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| I’ve lost all faith in humanity
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| Depressed by the lack of compassion
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| Trust no longer has a meaning
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| Every man for himself
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| I open fire, the shot is clean
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| I let my will be done seemless as it seems
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| Like there’s no right way back
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| My bloody buddies gather around me
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| To wath my last kill |