| There is a bleeding unlike the rest
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| When you stab the blade into the chest
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| Pulses cease from existence
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| The light fades into nothingness
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| Your life is but punishment
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| Your voice still pleads ignorance
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| Your pulses raging so softly
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| The longing torment ensues my mind
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| The voice in the back of my head says to be kind
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| The shallow water fit for drowning
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| But the lies won’t seem to suffocate
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| Cant you see the depths await your fate
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| I hope to rid this earths scum
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| Birthed from the fires
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| The truest form of fear
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| With the wave of his hand he will raise the souls of the damned
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| No one will be left to tell
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| For a darkness inside us dwells
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| Maybe we all deserve to burn in hell
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| We hear the words, they’re not spoken clearly
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| These words will swim when the mind sinks
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| I lift a hand to seal these lies
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| That society will try to disguise
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| Sickened as this race procreates
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| With every lie forced down our throats this world has become such a joke
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| I think im going to fucking choke
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| Time for chaos
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| I embody everything that you hate
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| Take these lies and shove them down your throat
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| You fucking disgrace
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| I’ve had enough of the bullshit
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| And everything that you say
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| It makes no difference to me
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| You’ll be dead by morning anyway
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| I cant stand this anymore
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| I’m disgusted by the human fucking race
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| THIS IS WHY WE CANT HAVE NICE THINGS
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| Sickness grows a sense of purpose on the veil of sentiments
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| It sits upon our shoulders while others try to teach elegance
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| Entwined in vicious unrelenting guilt and impatience
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| The faces of the weak are crumbling from the weight of pestilence
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| Hidden from the eyes set to wilt
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| I never cried murder on a cold day
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| But the lies and hypocrisy can make a man a martyr
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| By taking but his heart away in reckoning and sickening
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| The ties of the lies they will die so grim
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| But first things first we will cut out the eyes of sin
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| The souls of the weak held are within
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| Tonight they burn
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| Then I will live and you will learn
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| Then I will take what lies within
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| That’s blood for blood
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| This is blood for blood you cunt
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| I will make you fucking bleed
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| Get the fuck down on your knees
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| Slit your own throat for me please
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| Slit your own throat for me please?
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| Please? |