| Call to the darkness, the wrath of the desert, skulls piled in
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| A row, why didn’t you see? |
| carry me back, drag me by foot
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| Saving my life, slitting her throat, salting her wounds, never to
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| Sit or stand again, one time
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| One more mouthful fills it up, like a pig you’re scared to swallow
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| Inside, culture, (is) sliding
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| The torture is endless,
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| Its mental as well as physical designed to last a lifetime,
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| Within tarot cards that you’ve been dealt.
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| The wisdom of the usurpers, multiple stab wounds.
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| Crawling out from underground
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| Falling out, falling down, dimming lights, hollowed out bloodless
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| Manaquin reveals the truth,
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| Even though plastic all emotion is shown.
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| Drive out, the demons of endless time, the ends of time
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| Never to sit or stand again.
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| Calling to something of ever unending, darker than infernal pitch,
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| Holding us down with rusted cruel nails,
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| A nail though my cock holds me.
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| Hanging. |
| never yielding to the pressure forever something to the
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| Wolves. |
| kicking and fighting, forever to the last, mastered by occult.
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| From the past, die for me every second counts, die for me and learn
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| To live with out, die for me buried where you stand.
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| Die for me
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| The ritual of the damned, kill yourself.
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| The ultimate wave of battle, lay under the ground, attack from below.
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| Killing with eyes wide, yesterday was the day.
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| Brutality marks the end of simple times,
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| The American smoke screen.
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| The simplest task forgotten
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| There’s no way to fight when there’s nothing to fight for.
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| Bask in your life today, for tomorrow is the madman’s turn, predictions
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| Will soon begin to unravel quite quickly
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| Never to sit or stand again. |