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Blood on my hands I feel free to kill you |
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Blood on my hands is the path |
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To your destruction |
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Blood on my hands I feel free to kill you |
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Blood on my hands is the path to Satan |
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Blood on my hands, deep inside you |
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My knife is stuck, I twist the blade |
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Blood on my hands, the only way |
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To sever this, to sever this |
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Breaking point, the final straw |
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A lonely death, the one without |
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The final breath |
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My callous mind is numb to pain |
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Blood on my hands that won't wash off |
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We have to die and suffer slow |
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Blood on my hands this homocide |
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Blood on my hands my suicide |
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Breaking point, the final straw |
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A lonely death, one without |
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The final breath |
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My callous mind is numb to pain |
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My soul is a bottomless pit of darkness |
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And hallow bones |
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Breaking point, the final straw |
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A lonely death, the one without |
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The final breath |
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My callous mind is numb to pain |
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Blood on my hands I feel free to kill you |
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Blood on my hands is the path |
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To our destruction |
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Blood on my hands I feel free to kill you |
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Blood on my hands is the path to Satan |
