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Line by line. |
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Single file. |
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Holy valentine. |
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Blistered smile. |
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Your stench pollutes my lungs and soul. |
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Selfish addiction, no control. |
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Indivisible, divided, you rot. |
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Suicidal ideation, fear not... |
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One by one. |
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Foam at the mouth. |
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All for fun. |
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Tongues hanging south. |
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Euphoric religious ecstasy. |
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Deadly laboratory doused in empathy. |
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Indivisible, divided, you rot. |
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Suicidal ideation, fear not. |
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So, what do you need? Please, take it from me. |
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Whatever you need, we'll feed your disease. |
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Chemical imbalance. |
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Searching for a fix. |
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Salivating and begging. |
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Looks like you've found your niche. |
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Hands and knees are covered... |
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In your family's spit. |
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Let the thought that can live without you... |
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Drive your crusade. |
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So, what do you need? Please, take it from me. |
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Whatever you need, we'll feed your disease. |
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From the first tear you shed... |
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To the curtain call for the dishonored dead. |
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May sin guide you to your final deeds. |
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What is your disease? Your greed feeds your need. |
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What do you believe? Join the deceased. |
