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How |
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Have you lost touch with |
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This |
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You |
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are a lie your digging such a grave |
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gimmicks sell but whats the cost of this |
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You make me cringe to think that this is to become their place where |
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the |
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judgement ends |
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And now betrayed is where they lay. |
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Letting hatred build the falling of your system |
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Its their turn to send you flailing and burning into hellish |
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dissention. |
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Loathesome talent |
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Fleeting |
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Rehashed bullshit makes you all not worth a piss .. |
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Bound in your false pretense |
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We laugh at this as it slowly becomes your end |
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It's how... |
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It's how you live the end |
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Can't believe how you have lost touch with this |
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They mourn the loss of valiant fools all glam and glitz |
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Come back, last chance to take a useful stance |
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Instead of just saying to say things that you biggots wish for but won't |
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ever have |
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No chance |
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They are the |
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Ones who bring life to us |
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Fucking Family |
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How could you betray them |
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What money |
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tied with your platinum chains |
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Fuck, you're cheap |
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Bought for a few pennies |
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Now you're all just empty |
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fucking souless machines |
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Rip you apart |
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As they scurry around at your feet |
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Leave you to wither as if you ever meant anything |
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your death |
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Gives breath |
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For new breeds |
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They'll crawl |
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Back into the new hope for all |
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Left |
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You forgotten while you lay there rotting |
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back at your burial ground |
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Back at your burial ground |
