| He was abandoned to the father
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| Left on the alter of the gutters
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| Stripped and left without the matriarch
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| Left alone to attend
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| Their fucking death march
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| Keep digging with the needle
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| 'til the flesh is left cold
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| Blacken his eyes so he can be controlled
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| He was the gun
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| Serrated grin and the lover
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| Now bow your head and
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| Pray unto his cancer motherfucker
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| No hate, no love, no chance at life
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| The heart will worm it’s way inside
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| He was the last to be forsaken
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| The misery
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| The first amongst the fallen
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| Judgment
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| He peers into thee (within thine eyes)
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| Through blackness, through fear,
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| Through hate and debris
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| The god of silver tongue and heathen
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| Sits upon the throne of contamination
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| He was the gun
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| Serrated grin and the lover
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| Now bow your head and
|
| Pray unto his cancer motherfucker
|
| Keep digging with the needle
|
| 'til the flesh is left cold
|
| Blacken his eyes out so he can be controlled
|
| He was the gun
|
| Serrated grin and the lover
|
| Now bow your head and
|
| Pray unto his cancer motherfucker
|
| No hate, no love, no chance at life
|
| The heart will worm it’s way inside |