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Fear your drama to the serpents, |
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your lies. |
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Your stench fills the air, |
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your lies. |
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Oh this city is yours you say? |
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Well hide behind your walls cause your city is crumbling down. |
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Body Count, |
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How many more would have to die with the kiss of a viper? |
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Mock me. |
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Stalk my words. |
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Wait for my move. |
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I smell the fear on you. |
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Raise your glasses high cause you won't have the hands that hold those cups for long. |
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Wear your face. |
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Wear it well. |
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No flesh could hide what's inside. |
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Wear your face. |
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Wear it well. |
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No flesh could hide that which is behind. |
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Life not designed by your words, |
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Spit out your filth, |
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It doesn't add up. |
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Now your time has come. |
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Creep back to your hole. |
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Two hundred fifty steps of sorrow. |
