| Tie your rope and make it tight
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| You must do this sin
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| Do it now, you filthy man
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| No one will know you’re gone
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| Inside is gone, now your mine
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| Make your choice, play the game
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| Choose a knife, choose a gun
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| Make it good, strike and fall
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| With your coward purity
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| Inside is gone, now your mine
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| I’ll rip you up with your greed
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| Be a coward take the pills
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| No blood, just sleep and death
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| Tie your throat with a string
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| Make it tight and it’s over
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| The snare is good and strong
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| You are alone
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| I’m only in your head
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| Do it now, do it now
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| Inside is gone, now your mine
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| I’ll rip you up with your greed
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| Be a coward take the pills
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| No blood, just sleep and death
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| Tie your throat with a string
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| Make it tight and it’s over
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| I’m the judge, I will make you beg
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| All purity is gone
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| I’m the judge I will make you beg
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| Now suffer |