| I survived time and death to meet you, to be sure you’ll forget but, me,
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| I didn’t
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| You buried me too fast but here I am and guess who is here tonight
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| From his bloody mouth, he spits a venomous hate
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| He’s a broken doll, his eyes are blackened holes
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| He is the puppet of the night that cuts the strings of your life
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| Drugs shine in his eyes, he’s not afraid to die
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| He is the toxic living dead woken up to lead you to your end
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| A new false prophet has risen from the infinite space
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| He’s standing proud and alone though the darkest times
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| Like a morbid toy he’s poisoning your children’s soul
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| He is the one that you admire though his burning zombie breath
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| He is a black entity of alcohol and death
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| He is an ancient king calling the masses to follow the contagion
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| His fingers are claws, it’s the last thing you’ll know
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| Sickness too far driven has breed the spawn, a new false prophet rises at dawn
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| His nails are black and broken, the new false prophet
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| So you see what evil you breed making my life a hell
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| It will be the last thing you know
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| My feeble shell has died and you’ll soon see what profit I can get from it
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| The new false prophet
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| I survived time and death to meet you, to be sure you’ll forget but, me,
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| I didn’t
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| He has the stench of death, smelling like sickness
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| All life will blacken and rot, his art is a plot
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| Covered with mud and rags, no one knows his age
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| Wrapped in an angel cadaver, he is the masses leader
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| He is the toxic living dead woken up to lead you to your end
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| A new false prophet has risen from the infinite space |