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I survived time and death to meet you, to be sure you'll forget but, me, |
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I didn't. |
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You buried me too fast but here |
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I am and guess who is here tonight. |
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From his bloody mouth, he spits a venomous hate. |
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He's a broken doll, his eyes are blackened holes. |
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He is the puppet of the night that cuts the strings of your life. |
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Drugs shine in his eyes, he's not afraid to die. |
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He is the toxic living dead woken up to lead you to your end. |
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A new false prophet has risen from the infinite space. |
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He's standing proud and alone though the darkest times, |
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Like a morbid toy he's poisoning your children's soul. |
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He is the one that you admire though his burning zombie breath. |
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He is a black entity of alcohol and death. |
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He is an ancient king calling the masses to follow the contagion. |
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His fingers are claws, it's the last thing you'll know. |
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Sickness too far driven has breed the spawn, a new false prophet rises at dawn. |
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His nails are black and broken, the new false prophet. |
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So you see what evil you breed making my life a hell, |
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It will be the last thing you know. |
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My feeble shell has died and you'll soon see what profit |
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I can get from it. |
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The new false prophet. |
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I survived time and death to meet you, to be sure you'll forget but, me, |
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I didn't. |
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He has the stench of death, smelling like sickness. |
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All life will blacken and rot, his art is a plot. |
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Covered with mud and rags, no one knows his age. |
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Wrapped in an angel cadaver, he is the masses leader. |
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He is the toxic living dead woken up to lead you to your end. |
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A new false prophet has risen from the infinite space. |
