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To execute |
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You made no compromise |
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Men aren't pigs - |
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SLAUGHTERE |
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D Infected with a plague or rendered with a scalpel by you |
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You make the claim it was just a job |
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And killing's nothing more than sawing logs |
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WASH YOUR |
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HANDS BUT |
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BLOOD LEAV |
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ES STAINS |
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You don't deny |
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You say you've a creative side |
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The passion born to an inquisitive mind |
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Entered men alive and destroyed them from inside |
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It's true |
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Extracted organs slowly one by one |
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Your only goal to see the damage done |
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IT'S YOU - |
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You slid the razor |
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YOU - The anti-savior |
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YOU - The crucifier |
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Babies bathed in fire |
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NO LIGHT S |
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HINES From |
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Dead Eyes |
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It's odd how they match your own |
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NO JUSTICE |
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For the murdered |
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Shoveled lives like lumps of coal |
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YOUR VICTI |
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MS Fed the furnace |
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In the blackened pit that was your soul |
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Soulless and dead-eyed |
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At the core |
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You gained a thrill from the sickening stench |
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The smell of terror as they |
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MARCHED TO |
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THEIR DEAT |
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H Carry out your orders like a patriotic soldier and maim, rape, and decapitate |
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My only wish is that you'd face their fate |
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IT'S YOU - |
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You led the slaughter |
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Mother, son, and daughter |
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YOU - You drove the masses |
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Bodies scorched to ashes |
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NO LIGHT S |
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HINES From |
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Dead Eyes |
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It's odd how they match your own |
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NO JUSTICE |
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For the murdered |
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Shoveled lives like lumps of coal |
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YOUR VICTI |
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MS Fed the furnace |
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In the blackened pit that was your soul |
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Soulless and dead-eyed |
