| Rising from the ashes of a decimated legacy
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| We’ll never be, couldn’t be, what you wanted us to be
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| Tried and tested, disrespected, always underestimated
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| Cast aside, well fuck your pride piss on your graves and where you fucking died
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| Ripping through the womb of a lethargic, bloated, dying mother
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| Left to fester, no placenta, born a bastard and dissenter
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| Forced to watch as lesser brothers gained the favour of foul mother
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| Our wings were tore before we had the chance to prove that we could soar
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| Lied to my face, callous embrace
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| Your medicine, now how’s that taste?
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| Maces, faces, leave no trace if you’re the kings, we’re the aces
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| Stir the pot, parting shot, do I care? |
| Probably not
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| Little liars leech vampires, waste of piss to calm your petty fires
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| You don’t know a good thing you’ve got until its gone
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| You have no place here I make my own luck
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| I could watch the world burn around me and I still wouldn’t give a fuck
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| Lied to my face, callous embrace
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| Your medicine, now how’s that taste?
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| Maces, faces, leave no trace if you’re the kings, we’re the aces
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| Stir the pot, parting shot, do I care? |
| Probably not
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| Little liars leech vampires, waste of piss to calm your fires
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| Third time I’m lucky, three times the charm, I’m in the middle where the storm
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| is calm, now I am dangerous, now I am armed, don’t get this twisted I do mean
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| you harm
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| No one will cry when your blood has been spilled I’m not playing you cunts this
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| is kill or be killed
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| I’m a bastard, an orphan, denied by creator
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| If I am a God then you’ll meet your Un-maker
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| The sickest motherfucker, you’ve ever seen, the carnage I’ll cause,
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| the world will not believe
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| I’d wipe the slate clean, and shatter the dream, destroy any trace where your
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| foul flesh, has been
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| Decisions decisions, I’ll make my incisions
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| I’ll slice them and dice them with expert precision your lazy derision,
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| has caused this
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| Division, now I’m to bend over, assume the position?
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| FUCK THAT!
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| Six years!
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| Sick fears!
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| But hailed as a messiah!
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| Not respected just rejected, misdirected and neglected
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| Shunned by all, well fuck you all, opposing me? |
| Expect to fall |