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I'm the dictates of your guilty conscience |
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You must comply to my evil influence |
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You'd like to throw your boss out of the window |
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Show no mercy and cut him up with a chainsaw |
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You can't bear this rep bothering your wife |
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So rip him open with a carving knife |
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You wonder how to kill your enemy |
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Smash his head until it's gravy |
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You take pleasure |
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In using violence |
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It's in your nature |
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Psychopathic sense |
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Psychological conflict |
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You're under my influence |
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You can't repress your instinct |
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I incite you to violence |
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Enjoy |
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The violence |
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I control your inward rage |
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You can't suppress your anger |
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I possess you, I'm your cage |
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You feel an urge to murder |
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[Chorus] |
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I'm the dictates of your guilty conscience |
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You must not comply to my evil influence |
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Your neighbour is always fucking you around |
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Put your fingers in his eyes and scratch them out |
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You hate the collector and the income tax |
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Keep your money and cut him to pieces with an axe |
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You've had enough of cops and parking tickets |
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Take your gun and riddle them with bullets |
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[Chorus] |
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Prompted my brutal force |
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You commit crimes in cold blood |
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With no feeling of remorse |
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You're always thirsting for some more |
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Enjoy the violence |
