| Uttermost hostile, it is where you will ever be
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| Conflict and betrayal, you godamn liar
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| Define your existence in one single word
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| Puppet of men, in the hands of a genius
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| Of men we are, wolves we would be
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| The species of the weak
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| Itching the world like a festering rash
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| A never ending walk, so long, yet redeeming
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| No harm done, but still to come
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| Hey fucker, what about the fucking respect?
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| You got a serious defect?
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| Of men we are, wolves we would be
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| The species of the weak
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| Itching the world like a festering rash
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| No point to seek
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| A stairway to the bottom of lies and pitty
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| A bottle full of straight cut neglect
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| I never want to know your name
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| Get sucked up by a fucking sect
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| Of men we are, wolves we would be
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| The species of the weak
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| Itching the world like a festering rash
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| Words of nothing, put your money
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| Where your mouth is
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| I long for a spiritual winter
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| Let it all remain in hibernation
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| Decades of wrath — no gods, no cure
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| This is what as asked for, what we prayed for
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| No reason to stragger it
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| It’s a pile full of shit |