| So pick up your torches it s conviction that eludes you
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| I defend what s mine with a murderous rage
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| Herein the start of your nightmare
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| No matter how many holes you pierce, you will never be half of me
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| The act has run its course, pray at the alter of heresy
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| I’ll take your fucking heart, I’ll leave you ripped and bleeding
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| So get up off your knees
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| And When I take your life, you better look me in the eyes
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| Or die just how you lived yours
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| Spineless, viral
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| You’d crawl to your coffin
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| Corroded, scaled and grotesque
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| Filled with an undying hate
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| Malignant, sentenced to death, for all the lies betrayed
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| No matter how many holes you pierce, you will never be half of me
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| The act has run its course, a cesspool of a bloodline
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| I’ll take your fucking heart, I’ll leave you ripped and bleeding
|
| So get up off your knees
|
| And When I take your life, you better look me in the eyes
|
| Or die just how you lived yours
|
| Spineless, viral
|
| You’d crawl to your coffin
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| Viral
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| I’ll take your fucking heart, I’ll leave you ripped and bleeding
|
| So get up off your knees
|
| And When I take your life, you better look me in the eyes
|
| Or die just how you lived yours
|
| Spineless, viral
|
| You’d crawl to your coffin
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| You’d crawl to your coffin |