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His landscape has been scorned with death. |
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Once a city now laid to ash. |
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A decaying father has left his bastard son with addictions by his side. |
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Chased away, consumed from his fixations, this man's life went down in flames. |
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Chased away what he's created, his hunger grows. |
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There is no end to this life of fixations. |
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Dear father, I'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell. |
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There is no end to this life of fixations. |
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Dear father, been waiting, saved you a seat in hell. |
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He will remain a walking corpse. |
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His legs will move forward. |
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Addictions itch at his throat, but only to crave more of the blood he seeks. |
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This man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child. |
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This man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child. |
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This man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child. |
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This man only thirsts for the blood, the blood of his child. |
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He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son. |
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His life with addictions stay by his side. |
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His life with addictions stay by his side. |
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When buried, his tomb will breathe. |
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His hands will rise from his shallow grave begging only for sleep. |
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Dear father, I'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell. |
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Dear father, I'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell. |
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He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son. |
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He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard child. |