| The devil ain’t got no brains in the form of fury imma' smash em
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| Dance with the wicked embrace got look into things before I blast em
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| Cuz I’m a lost soul with no where to go in the flame
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| Took me a while to come to conclusion but I made it
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| Pitch fork gotta get faster further away ain’t got no time
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| Flip to the grip that I just can’t slip through two steps ahead always one
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| Behind
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| Gotta watch ya mind up until you die gotta prove yourself never true. |
| Is i?
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| Don’t be surprised if I pull the knife on his Adams apple and I take his Life
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| Enemies
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| Give this pain to my enemies
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| My enemies
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| I’m not in search of enemies
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| Can I be saved or am I just doomed to fall?
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| Sick and deranged
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| Hell bent on killing them all
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| Something ain’t right in my head today
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| Searching for words so I can try to explain
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| Hey hey hey hey
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| Why sometimes I act out in vain?
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| No torchering myself over the shit
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| I put them deep in their graves
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| I put them deep in their graves
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| I put them deep in their graves
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| I put them deep in their graves
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| I put them deep in their graves
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| Enemies
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| Give this pain to my enemies
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| My enemies
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| I’m not in search of enemies
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| Can I be saved or am I just doomed to fall?
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| Sick and deranged
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| Hell bent on killing them all
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| I hope to dance with the devil before he’s put in the grave
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| But Jamie got em before I could even blow out a flame
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| Time that I heard it from me couple of times
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| Now how could I keep livin' with myself after they died
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| I’ll try it again hopin' I can fit in with them
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| But I know it never works it never does so not again
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| It seems like not a conscience that you can find
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| But a dream like the mother fuckin killer that’s in my mind
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| Grab an axe and hack away wish it was a holiday
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| And once a year we get to kill our enemies and celebrate
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| Enemies
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| Give this pain to my enemies
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| My enemies
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| I’m not in search of enemies
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| Can I be saved or am I just doomed to fall?
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| Sick and deranged
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| Hell bent on killing them all
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| I’m standing here emotionless
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| I’m just roaming the earth in search of all your hopelessness
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| I wouldn’t stand too close to this
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| A quick move will set it off have me goin' for your throats and shit
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| One by one we’ll get you all
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| And when you fall and yes you will
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| There’s pins and needles everywhere to
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| Help me from the thrill kill
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| Give this hurt and all this pain is sharper than the sharpest
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| I just stab it in they void an in they face an in they wind pipe
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| Enemies
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| Give this pain to my enemies
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| My enemies
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| I’m not in search of enemies
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| Can I be saved or am I just doomed to fall?
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| Sick and deranged
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| Hell bent on killing them all |