| I’m consumed, you’re consumed
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| They’re consumed, we’re all fuckin' consumed
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| And still with no mercy for you
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| 13 knots bring the fairies
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| Opposed by the heartless God
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| Whispered winds say
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| «Spit in the face of the bastard child»
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| Deny all the things that you’ve been taught
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| And the bitter thoughts that my heart knows far too well
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| And I’ve touched the face of God
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| And it is cold, it is dead
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| And the face of God is dead
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| And I’ll save you
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| From the things that you saved me from
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| I’m gonna take your life in cold blood
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| And I’ll give you a taste of Hell
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| Are my ways catching up with me?
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| The things I feel and the things that I see
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| There’s more than one way I can hurt you
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| Don’t think I’m done when I’m not through
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| Little friends with bent halos
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| And the bitter thoughts that follow where I go
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| We are Gods if we are heartless
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| Drink his blood and piss on that bastard’s corpse
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| When it’s tied in 13 knots |