| Blood on my hands I feel free to kill you
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| Blood on my hands is the path
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| To your destruction
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| Blood on my hands I feel free to kill you
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| Blood on my hands is the path to Satan
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| Blood on my hands, deep inside you
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| My knife is stuck, I twist the blade
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| Blood on my hands, the only way
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| To sever this, to sever this
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| Breaking point, the final straw
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| A lonely death, the one without
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| The final breath
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| My callous mind is numb to pain
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| Blood on my hands that won’t wash off
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| We have to die and suffer slow
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| Blood on my hands this homocide
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| Blood on my hands my suicide
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| Breaking point, the final straw
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| A lonely death, one without
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| The final breath
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| My callous mind is numb to pain
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| My soul is a bottomless pit of darkness
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| And hallow bones
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| Breaking point, the final straw
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| A lonely death, the one without
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| The final breath
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| My callous mind is numb to pain
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| Blood on my hands I feel free to kill you
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| Blood on my hands is the path
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| To our destruction
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| Blood on my hands I feel free to kill you
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| Blood on my hands is the path to Satan |