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Serv asat, serv asat, serv asat |
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To exterminate the plague soiling my brain |
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I put the pen to the pad until the madness drains' |
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Cause words are colossal aggressive not docile |
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Infectious like a brothel, no need to get hostile |
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Calling all apostles, united we stand |
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They bleeding out they nostrils, |
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I'm wicked with hands |
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Throwing vicious combinations, witness devastation |
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I just ****ed your soul annihilation |
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Feel the sensation tickle and grow |
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Spreading over your mind and taking control |
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A noble savage on a rampage war is all that |
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I knowFeeding hungry heads defeating all your heroes |
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Art saves, make the pain a weapon you can use |
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Art saves, make the pain a weapon you can use |
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From the moment |
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I wake it rains grenades |
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So I scribble on the page and reality fades |
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I walk the |
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Scottish moors with pagans on forest floors |
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Test the sacraments and conjure up thunderstorms |
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I hunt with |
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Cernunnos and dance with satyrs |
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Conquer Rome in a day and battle armored invaders |
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Infested with ticks this existence is shit |
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All these traitors in the trees while the napalms drips |
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Words burn their lips like old roach clips |
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Holy as I infected by this |
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Art saves, make the pain a weapon you can use |
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Art saves, make the pain a weapon you can use |
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Serv asatI liberate the devils in my head |
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Through the paragraphs crafted by my pen |
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These demons drip on the page |
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My blind, multi-eyed children of rage |
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I could'a took a bat to the back of his head |
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Or dropped a napalm bomb on the bed as she slept |
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But I split and wrote it down instead |
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At least now you know who you're ****ing with |
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I'm sick but |
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I'm free, you're weak and |
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I'm built for the siege |
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BurnArt saves, make the pain a weapon you can use |
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Art saves, make the pain a weapon you can use |
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Serv asat, serv asat |
