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What you reap is born from grace |
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Embraced to death and suffocate |
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Cannot have it, cannot hold |
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Envy makes you hurt, destroy |
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What you reach is what you take |
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You hate, you break, you denegrate |
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Change the shape and penetrate |
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Burned in flames on razorblade |
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It's the time |
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Now we play, we hide, |
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We seek the pray |
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Do you know this game? |
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Made me drown, inhale, insane |
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Now it's time to change the game |
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Let me face you again. |
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Let me show you what's the pain |
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Let me brake your face profane |
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Reap your veil so hypocrate |
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There's our place to play |
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I will show you the way |
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Let's play the game my prey |
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The prey |
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Trace by trace you reach |
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Piece by piece you feast |
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Therre is no relief |
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Only constant growing grief |
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What you sow is what you reap. |
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Poisen of your soul will leak |
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Enemy you'll meet |
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Wears your face under beneath |
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It's the end of the game |
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Who's the winner, who's the prey? |
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Who's the winner, who's the prey? |
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Made me drown, inhale, insane |
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Now it's time to end the play |
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Let me show you what's the pain |
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It's the end of this ****ing game |
