| the lie, cheat, fake and pain,
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| true is tied up with chain
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| no one believes in good
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| evil and lie has become in flood
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| any fucking son of the bitch
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| inside monster poses gently
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| hopefully will meet the death
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| which will cut his fucking head
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| the son of the bitch being alone
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| his soul locked in dark compression
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| the son of the bitch forever alone
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| the soul locked in separation
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| cold rain, wailing songs to hear
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| violin creaking, coffin is let down
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| flock of starving crows is able to hear
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| shallow hole becomes cathedral
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| a sing out of tune, it is the last tour
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| dark unknown is coming soon
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| as same as life the death is such
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| it is up to who was bigger fucker.
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| the son of the bitch being alone
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| his soul locked in dark compression
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| the son of the bitch forever alone
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| the soul locked in separation |