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Hunter of tears, relative pain |
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Half of this world is dark with the stain |
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The stain of unknowing the dead flower buds |
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On smiling lips is innocent blood, oh yeah |
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The corpse of your god can only rot and grow cold |
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Now promise me you'll kill me before |
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I get old |
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I hear you on the telephone,yeah moaning my doom |
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A cold woman will kill me in a darkened room |
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Just enough, a heart attack |
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Seal up my black body bag |
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Take me home and hate me, love |
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Bite the hand of our lost love |
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Take your time and take your life |
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Amputate with this dull knife |
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Heaven's meat is on the stick |
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Stir my pain with an ice pick |
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Pick, pick, pick (x3) |
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The chain-saw smile of the mortician shines |
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I still got all my fingers but somewhere |
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I lost my mind |
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I can smell abortion on you, |
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I can see through |
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I take the gun out of my mouth and point it at you |
