| Tell me what you need
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| How you make 'em bleed
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| Ripping out their love
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| Raping out their love
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| Like a thousand times before now
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| Tell me what you want
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| How you live to haunt
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| Creeping up their veins
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| After a thousand years of suffering
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| How you avenge a thousand sufferings
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| Tell me what you breathe
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| Rosettes of putrid meat
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| Feeding on their life
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| Feasting on their life
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| Like a thousand times before now
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| Tell me what you see
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| How (what) you came to be
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| Wrenching out their pain
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| After a thousand years of suffering
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| How you avenge a thousand sufferings
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| How you give suffering
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| Tell me what you need
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| Tell me how you breathe
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| Tell me how you feed
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| Tell me what nameless dread
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| Lies behind the mask of the psychopath
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| Leading him to submit to the decadence
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| Of lycanthrophy and thrive in suffering
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| Freed from all sanity
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| After a lifetime of baring this sodomy
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| Visionary of new times
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| Disease of the city nights
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| Visceral seduction by my side
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| I’ll dance you into the morning light
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| As the world rolls by in all its pain
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| I’m counting bleached bones |
| In my closet again
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| Empty people, with empty eyes
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| All craving the coldness of my knife
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| This city is now mine to take
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| I’ll dance on its pain and eat its warped brain
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| Lipstick smeared over pornographic smiles
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| Go on living your life of lies
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| Freed from all shame and regret
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| I’ll deliver this city
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| High pregnant with death
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| Read my words on fragments of dried out skin
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| — god of all sin but I am only what lives
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| And breathes inside each and every one of you —
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| You’re feeling it too |