| Chaos unveiling as the gavel makes it’s mark
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| Mortality unquestioned when you stare in the dark
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| Don’t raise your hand at me
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| Don’t bite the hand that feeds
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| We’re all born to the blade
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| And predestined to bleed
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| Out of your control, never break this mold
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| Out of your control, never break this mold
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| Born in the grave, doomed to repeat
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| Dead on arrival, living in this vicious cycle
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| We’re all dead on arrival
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| Living in this vicious cycle
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| Souls have been trampled with forever damned construction
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| Sickly frustration as you watch your slf destruction
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| All hope is gone it’s been gnawd to the bone
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| When the curtain draws we all will die alone
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| Out of your control, never break this mold
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| Out of your control, never break this mold
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| Born in the grave, doomed to repeat
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| Dead on arrival, living in this vicious cycle
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| We’re all dead on arrival
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| Living in this vicious cycle
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| Born in the grave, doomed to repeat
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| Dead on arrival, living in this vicious cycle |