| Narrow swimming to you in the puddle of blood
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| Around the circle, us, bathed children
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| You look at me, your pity investigates my ferocity
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| Hiding, you won’t be able to escape
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| Brother, claws, you don’t have, long teeth, you don’t have
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| Brother, you don’t have red eyes
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| My tongue winds around your fear
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| It trembles, you won’t be able to stop me now
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| Different melodies… howls of suffering
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| Song number one… it's the pleasure
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| Song number two… this is the pain
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| Pouring the tear of sorrow, I’m here
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| How much contempt, you fool, you bow
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| Over the wickedness, my hand will go where the beast would not even dare,
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| sharp as the blade
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| Different melodies… howls of suffering
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| Song number one… it's the pleasure
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| Song number two… this is the pain |