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This is a reckoning |
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A cliched cut of lying tongue |
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Revenge never goes out of style |
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Gorilla honing trigger, finger that makes gorilla man |
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Ingrained, there's hate within us all |
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Spiraling I've lost my footing once again |
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I'm flailing in a tantrum of disgust |
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When life holds nothing sacred |
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When the loveless turn to loathe |
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We'll witness this final threatened pose |
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Oh, mother war |
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Sleep in your arms tonight |
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I'm burning, I'm burning for your love |
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This juggernaut of bronze and alcohol |
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Machines of vengeance now are born |
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Of vengeance we are born |
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To our graves these grudges shall be sworn |
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Behold the death of emotions never mourned |
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We'll die before we crawl |
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Twisted ministers of death, praying for a bullet |
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Hail, gorilla suffocate, gorilla maim |
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An education in howling |
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Ministers of death, we'll be praying |
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Praying for this bullet, hail |
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Gorilla suffocate, gorilla maim |
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An education in complete misanthropy |
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Oh, mother war |
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I sleep in your arms tonight |
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I'm burning, I'm burning for your love |
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This juggernaut of bronze and alcohol |
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Machines of vengeance now are born |
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Oh, mother war |
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I sleep in your arms tonight |
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I'm burning, I'm burning |
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Of vengeance we are born |
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To our fucking graves these grudges sworn |
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Forever forever |
