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My curse is alphabetic, dianetic, crucifix |
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Your curse is post-magnetic, now they suckle from your drip |
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Their curse is so pathetic they're the real heretics |
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Our curse is not kinetic if they couldn't break our grip |
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Foetid leeches sap their glands of inquisition |
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They need blinding sustenance |
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Don't you dare speak that name |
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Don't you ever speak that name |
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Break the very tenets that you spit in my face |
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Now I'm ready to obliterate |
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So send me all your preachers |
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And I'll put them all to shame |
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I'll be the vanguard of their fall |
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Middle of their falter |
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Bezel in their rings |
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Dropping all the stones |
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This serpent on my doorstep, |
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well he's got a sweet southern drawl |
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Lulling so you may invite his venom |
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Oh he was knocking |
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But didn't know it's coming |
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Oh he was knocking |
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But didn't know |
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My mutation was imminent |
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He couldn't help it, spouting invocations |
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I said unto him: |
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Don't you dare speak that name |
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Don't you ever speak that name |
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Break the very tenets that you spit in my face |
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Now I'm ready to obliterate |
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So send me all your preachers |
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And I'll put them all to shame |
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I'll be the vanguard of their fall |
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Middle of their falter |
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Bezel in their rings |
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Dropping all the stones |
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First you'll oscillate |
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And then you'll feel the fire burn and formicate |
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While all your words are coming out cancrine |
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Don't just let him rot this hall |
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I couldn't do that even if I wanted to |
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Don't just let him rot this hall |
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I couldn't do that even if I wanted to be saved |
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Then you'll all fall in silence |
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Then you'll all fall |
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And I will tell you all as I said to your serpent |
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Don't you dare speak that name |
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Don't you ever speak that name |
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Break the very tenets that you spit in my face |
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Now I'm ready to obliterate |
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So send me all your preachers |
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And I'll put them all to shame |
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I'll be the vanguard of their fall |
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Middle of their falter |
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Bezel in their rings |
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Dropping all the stones |
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First you'll oscillate |
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And then you'll feel the fire burn and formicate |
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While all your words are coming out cancrine |
