| Blood of our revenge awash
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| None sweeter to the taste
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| Flagellate the liar
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| Our verminous desire, it must be slaked
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| These walls don’t talk
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| But we’ve seen more than our piece
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| When you’d felt you’re being watched
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| You were indeed, we rats have seen
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| When the silken robes of sodomy
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| Fell vacant at your feet
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| Did your god he cough into his sleeve
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| The guilt, how it hangs
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| Like chains, an albatross of shame
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| Smell the reek of lie
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| The dawn at which you’ll die has come today
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| These walls don’t talk
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| But we hear most everything
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| When your hand covered their mouths
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| Your ecstasy, their stifled screams
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| No truth so fucking vile
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| As the one you must face
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| When the silken robes of sodomy
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| Fell vacant at your feet
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| Did your god he cough into his sleeve
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| Did he toast with you
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| To their innocence
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| So fleeting and so sweet?
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| The dawn has come of your defeat
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| We the rats must have our feast
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| Verminous legions attack
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| Devour in frenzy this unsacred flesh
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| We gorge at the raped ones' behest
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| Leave nary a bone unpecked
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| When the silken robes of sodomy
|
| Fell vacant at your feet
|
| Did your god he cough into his sleeve
|
| Did he toast with you
|
| To their innocence
|
| So fleeting and so sweet?
|
| The dawn has come of your defeat
|
| We the rats must have our feast
|
| When the silken robes of sodomy
|
| Fell vacant at your feet
|
| Did your god he cough into his sleeve
|
| Did he toast with you
|
| To their innocence
|
| So fleeting and so sweet?
|
| The dawn has come of your defeat
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| We the rats must have our feast |