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Skulls are shattering this is |
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Assault and |
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Battery Skulls are shattering this is |
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Assault and |
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Battery Skulls are shattering this is |
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Assault and |
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Battery Skulls are shattering this is |
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Assault and |
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Battery Blood rushing excitement, eternity of darkness |
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Trust me, you don't want to start this, |
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I'm heartless |
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Colder than this, this is some rip your face apart shit |
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Department for the clinicly insane, my apartment |
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Transmit total derangement, an engaging engagement |
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Crystal prism, abstract expressionism |
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I'm back, from vision, empressionist on a mission |
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Battling psychopaths, slightly sick and twisted |
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Social butterfly in a glove, double fisted |
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Silver streak, mean rays of purple haze |
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White widow, the flames, ponder in his veins |
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Now, wandering in days, no signs of weakness |
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How can you critique this, can't even compete with |
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The ultra electric, startling when battling |
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Skulls are shattering this is |
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Assault and |
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Battery Skulls are shattering this is |
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Assault and |
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Battery [Prevail] |
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Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy |
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Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy |
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Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy |
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Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy |
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You can be all in my face without toxic fool |
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You can be all in my face, but |
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I could lose my cool |
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My attempt to hold back could backfire on you |
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My new identity is an entity to the tone of two |
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My totally true tongue ties titanium in two |
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To the places that we roam, tombstones are overgrown |
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Projects are overblown, reflections are never shown |
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Connections are never cloned, sucessions are over the phone |
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Like my vocal catacomb, that knows to abandon homes |
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Since those, from nine to five to collide with my form |
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My forum's held |
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Saturday, |
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Sunday and |
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Monday Maybe one day, you'll learn how to do it the |
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Prev One way |
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Until then, |
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I kill them until they get it straight |
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When they move for the bigger fish, focused on the bait |
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In this audio bizarre, noone knows who you are |
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No descendents of |
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Ham, no babies are taught |
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Leave the black in the cold and the cold in the bar |
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Like a shifted momentum, who would've thought |
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Anyone could contend them, |
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I'll bend them |
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And send them to the lions in the kingdom [Mad Child] |
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Death by invitation, torturing teens in bondage |
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Approaching a scene, mentally unharnessing carnage |
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Hell hath no fury, pathological liar |
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Tails, halos and horns, kings of sinful desire |
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The ultimate degenerate, iron chain lashing |
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Knife weilding, eye gouging and scalpel flashing |
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The cult classic, with intense scenes of gore |
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Imploding my load as |
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I melt into the floor |
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A sexual awakaning, sadistic hypnotist |
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Poisinous tantrest, switch to dominatrix |
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Distorted form of forbid of flesh for sensation |
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Mind of a serial killer, locked concentration |
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Sweet taste of bliss, in from the |
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Holy Grail |
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Now hold the hand of pleasure as we hitch hike to hell |
