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As the new day begins and her eyes have been burnt by the sun |
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there's a gathering watching her burn for what she has done |
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there is anger in their mouth for people to cry out its name |
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she's demonic diabolic can you not see her in her flames |
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save yourself the preacher said |
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come to meet your maker |
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see the reaper have his way |
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now that your soul has been cast in the deepest of hell |
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they have burnt you, hung you and drowned you |
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I'd rather find a better way to go |
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there are many ways to die so this one is for you |
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I hope I find a better way to die |
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they're preparing the noose he's the killer, believer of pain |
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for the justice he must hang until his last breath will fade |
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is that a smile that I see or the twitching of pain on his face? |
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as he's swinging and hanging the crowd walks away with relief |
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you're immersed deep in water your feet have been tied you've been anchored to drown |
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only memories have surfaced reminding of what has been done |
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with this death you've been cleansed of the blood that you've spilt mercilessly |
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your repayment by your kind is what you deserve honestly |