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[Incomprehensible] |
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Bad menace, bloody taste |
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Hold him in a vice like grip |
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Disordered life, a rabid dog |
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Blinded by deceit |
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Abhorrence of the paltry and human remains |
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Moronic sentiments are born to be expectorated |
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Immaculated beauties just a kind of blasphemy |
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And everything that moves is all the energy for him |
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The vice of killing |
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His soul was crippled in the past |
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The vice of killing |
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No therapy will never last |
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Unsolicited, change of heart |
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Inspired by the gloomy legends |
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Hemorrhage pouring out |
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Just an absurd gadget |
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Concentrated, hungry thoughts |
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Malevolence incurably fused |
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Terrified 'cause the truth |
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Infested with immoral abuse |
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Abhorrence of the paltry and human remains |
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Moronic sentiments are born to be expectorated |
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Immaculated beauties just a kind of blasphemy |
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And everything that moves is all the energy for him |
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The vice of killing |
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His soul was crippled in the past |
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The vice of killing |
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No therapy will never last |
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Dreadful pain passed away |
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Just watching for another game |
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Segregated from normality |
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Psychotic morbid brain |
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Mischievous greeds, strange desire |
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Craving for the victim's wine |
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Feasting on their despair |
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Unheard screams adorn his evil shrine |
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Abhorrence of the paltry and human remains |
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Moronic sentiments are born to be expectorated |
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Immaculated beauties just a kind of blasphemy |
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And everything that moves is all the energy for him |
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The vice of killing |
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His soul was crippled in the past |
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The vice of killing |
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No therapy will never last |
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The vice of killing |
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His soul was crippled in the past |
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The vice of killing |
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No therapy will never last |