| I’m not a redeemer, I’m not another saviour
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| Don’t want to save your world, I would rather make it burn in flames
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| I spit on all the doves, your good intentions are masturbation
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| To hide a simple fact: you’re scarred of your needs of violence
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| I am the new salvation
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| I am the voice screaming in your head
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| I have no compassion
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| I annihilate the smile on your face
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| Death is all around me
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| Blood is why we lick their feet
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| All celebrate the reign of pigs
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| Leisure and atrocity
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| Flesh is melted again
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| Bind in orgies of carnal guilt
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| I want to smash them all
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| For drowning themselves in their semen and lust
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| I don’t agree with happiness, don’t want to be a brainwashed slave
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| I bit the hand and cut the leash, the rope of comfort around my neck
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| And enjoy the bitter taste of watching all delusions fade away
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| Your iron dream is wrapped into a velvet shape of ignorance
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| And still you keep on deny the pain
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| The itch running onto your skin
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| The burnt of profound misery
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| Do you enjoy the taste of shame, the blade of vanity?
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| A slaughtered heaven, a place of fool’s sanity
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| A mouthful of injuries, it’s all what you deserved
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| I am the bullet on the run, I force my way into your brain
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| Extracting all corrupted words with the massive strain of a gun
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| I’m not a redeemer, I’m not another saviour
|
| Don’t want to save your world, I would rather make it burn in flames
|
| I spit on all the doves, your good intentions are masturbation
|
| To hide a simple fact: you’re scarred of your needs of violence
|
| I am the new salvation
|
| I am the voice screaming in your head
|
| I have no compassion
|
| I annihilate the smile on your face
|
| A slaughtered heaven, a place of fool’s sanity
|
| A mouthful of injuries, it’s all what you deserved
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| I am the bullet on the run, I force my way into your brain
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| Extracting all corrupted words with the massive strain of a gun
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| You suck! |