| Dressed in black with a pale expression,
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| I attack the world with extreme satisfaction,
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| I am the master, never more to be enslaved,
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| Broken free from the chains that restrained my needs,
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| There is time, but no time to waste,
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| There are rules, but they seem to fade,
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| I am the master of my own salvation,
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| A black cloud of obscure creation,
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| This new foundation, a new generation,
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| Bottled up on misanthropic hate,
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| A revolution, a new constitution,
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| From real hatred, rather than blind fate,
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| This new foundation, a new generation,
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| Bottled up on misanthropic hate,
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| Rebels in the face of conformity,
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| Founders of the black new age,
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| This is my life —
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| This your hell —
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| This is my exhibition —
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| And it makes me well —
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| What you can’t stomach, you no longer can stop,
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| You must eat your hatred or choke it up.
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| All things must be broken down,
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| Burned to ashes, bombed to the ground,
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| A process of purification, where old mistakes are cremated,
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| No carrier of infection will survive,
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| No corrupted thoughts shall sound,
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| The new empire has found its ground. |