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Wild eyed and tight fisted |
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I'm fused to the bone |
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I stand contemplating |
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Reacting alone |
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Impaled with betrayal |
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The tourniquet turns |
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Society's creation |
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Pole axed out and burnt |
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Long ago when man was king |
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His heart was clean |
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Now he's stained class |
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Time has slashed |
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Each un-touched thing |
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So now he's just |
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A stained class king |
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Transfixed at deliverance |
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Is this all there is? |
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Faithless continuum |
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Into the abyss |
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Fierce is my conviction |
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Absolute my belief |
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I spit at you apathy |
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And seducer deceit |
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Long ago when man was king |
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His heart was clean |
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Now he's stained class |
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Time has slashed |
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Each un-touched thing |
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So now he's just |
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A stained class king |
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Lethal, deadly, hung, drawn |
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And quartered he slaughtered and faltered |
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And altered the world. |
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But by doing so smashed |
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All his hopes and utopian dreams |
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Whipping, stripping peeling the flesh off |
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Relentless and senseless |
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His lust snapped like vipers |
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Whose fangs sank in deep |
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To infest and decay from the core. |
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Impaled with betrayal |
|
The tourniquet turns |
|
Society's creation |
|
Pole axed out and burnt |
|
Long ago when man was king |
|
His heart was clean |
|
Now he's stained class |
|
Time has slashed |
|
Each un-touched thing |
|
So now he's just |
|
A stained class king |
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Stained class king |
