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New dawn to fuel the curse |
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the winds of plague |
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bring rapture to the ill |
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The is the day you fall |
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Wrath of the cunning ones indifferent |
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your excuses and intent |
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The forbrearance is all |
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Futile you come undone |
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Try to play God - I lust for blood |
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Treading on bruised ones' backs, |
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you hopeless failure of hypocrisy |
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Lament the scribe in vain |
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Talk and I listen through; |
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I'm unspoken of in any tongue |
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Here comes the fucking pain |
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Futile you come undone |
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Try to play God - I lust for blood |
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And it's yours |
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Assailand, die in pain |
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You know who you are |
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Bell tolls, beheading you, |
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violence is the setting free of truth |
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Can't take away what's true |
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Smashing your house of lords, |
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crush you to the bone and lay to waste |
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Death warrant is due |
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Your death is due |
