| Lost inside the system, locked away without a key
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| No one will ever miss a menace to society
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| A gross lack of potential, bad decisions made in spite
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| A touchy hairpin trigger and such a wasted life
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| Trying to break the mold of a broken family
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| Fight against your failure, and living on his knees
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| Guilty of a crime of nonconformity
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| A hanging judge and jury handing down the penalty
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| A lethal injection, now they watch the body jerk
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| Exterminate the problem, except it didn’t work
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| No vital sign of life, they declared it wasn’t there
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| Coroner never checked, because he didn’t fucking care
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| Passing off the body, they all believe he died
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| Starting up the hearse, now for a final drive
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| Like whistling past a graveyard, when walking by at night
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| It’s a fatal illusion to think that evil never dies
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| In a darkened mortuary, reeking of formaldehyde
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| Aroused from deadly slumber, something opened up his eyes
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| Spilling all their blood was a promise that he’d keep
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| Hate so strong revived him from a deep necrotic sleep
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| Clawing away the casket lid until his fingers bleed
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| He grabbed a knife and set out on a vivisection spree
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| A butcher, hell bent, massacring each one with his blade
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| From the first one to the last, he dispatched them to the grave
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| It’s a fatal illusion…
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| Evil never dies
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| It never dies |