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Oh so sweet yet oh so miserable.. |
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It felt so good to finally clear the air - as |
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I spilled my guts. |
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The guilt fades away - as |
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I spill your guts. |
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It only hurts the first time, until you find conviction to draw first blood and suffocate remorse and realize that your actions were "beautiful" in a violent sense of the word. |
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The skin peels away - as |
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I spill your guts. |
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There's nothing sweeter than the taste of the blood of a rapist. |
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Stand triumphant and decorate with the fabrics that you were once made of. |
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And suffocate remorse. |
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Realize that your actions were so beautiful in a violent sense of the word. |
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As time passes on, there is no shadow of doubt or guilt. |
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I did to ensure... you will burn. |
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Holding the blood reigns to success, |
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I have lead a one man army. |
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I'd like nothing better than to sever your head and set that pig on fire. |
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As tiem passes on, there is no shadow of coubt or guilt. |
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But I must admit, |
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I fill much pants better as |
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I do my cell, withering into old age. |
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It's so wrong to do what's right, but |
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I still think they've persecuted a hero, because you'd be on my side if this happened to your little brother. |
