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They say, a mans future, is predetermined, and he is powerless to intervene |
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But does that explain, the missing bodies, the tortured souls? |
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Was it moral deviation from the |
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Gods? That crippled his soul? |
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Sowed the seeds, of festering anger, resentment |
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And tortured him with rage |
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Towards an unfeeling universe |
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Driven, by a need to vent |
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Hatred, hatred, hatred |
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Driven, by a need to inflict |
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Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance |
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Is this simply, your lust for power, your sick perverted form of self-expression? |
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Driving, your tendency to murder, the innocent |
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For they are the victims |
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And it's outcome incidental to sadistic purpose |
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Pleading, you pray for your release, haunted, by your private evil demons |
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Over, powered, again you loose the fight, killing |
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Yet another helpless victim |
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Always dreaming of your capture |
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Driven, by a need to vent |
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Hatred, hatred, hatred |
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Driven, by a need to inflict |
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Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance |
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Now, I await your capture, |
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I, can, predict your punishment |
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Bullets, tearing, apart your body, firing squad, will end your life |
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Watching, your vile carcass, burning in the chair |
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Lethal injection killing, rejoicing in your death |
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Now, I await your capture |
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Firing squad, will end your life |
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Watching, your vile carcass |
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Rejoicing, in your death! |
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You are, the hunted |
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I, will, hunt you down |
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You are, the hunted |
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I, will, hunt you down |
