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There's a whole lotta killin' goin' on |
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And I'm sweath silver |
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To get that deaddeal done |
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With a rotten smile and some words made of bone |
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I'm breathin' napalm |
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To set the last damn tone |
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Dye'em all black and rip the sense in between |
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I'm twistin' nontongues |
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And all I've ever been |
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Heard someone laughin' six feet under again |
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I'm rippin' raindrops |
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With that scythe in my hands |
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Morticians and madmen are watchin' me now |
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I'm bleedin' ink |
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Cut my throat somehow |
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Down by the morgue |
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I've seen them comin' around |
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I'm trippin' tombs now |
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To a hollow sound |
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Wonder why |
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I'm feedin' them |
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Words of deadmouth daisies |
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When the only thing |
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I get Is some deadmouth rabies |
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I guess it's all about the end |
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Doomdrugged and death fucked |
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It's all about the end |
