| Self inflicted inner strain
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| Copulated with insanity and hate
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| My hunger got materialized
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| Underestimated spite
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| Throats and faces circumvented
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| Externally altered and disfigured
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| Trapped within this lurid nightmare
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| But I want to keep you by my side
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| Nothing counts more than blood
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| A pal remains so deathless
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| Never turn your back to God
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| Nothing counts more than blood
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| Fouled up beyond all recognition
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| Slashed the pain to a higher position
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| Death will never frighten me
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| Contradictions seed to kill
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| Inconsistency with my religion
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| Can’t decide my vic selection
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| The final captures can’t elude
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| Above destructive attitudes
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| Attitudes
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| Nothing counts more than blood
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| A pal remains so deathless
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| Never turn your back to God
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| Nothing counts more than blood
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| Voices from the damned, I want to leave
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| When dreams begin to cease
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| Hear the sound of the marching man
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| At far beyond machine gun rang
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| You don’t know what you’re fighting for
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| The burning world reflects the war
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| Dead bodies served as rifle rest
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| And protection when the bullets blast
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| No retreat from hell’s domain
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| When hunters become prey
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| Become prey
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| Nothing counts more than blood
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| A pal remains so deathless
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| Never turn your back to God
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| Nothing counts more than blood |