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One's own Kingman, Christ person, Woman God. |
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At battle with a mass astrengent. |
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The bond |
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That blends the weak to the wise. |
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It's a safe assumption that you'd want |
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to save me now. |
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But I'll never face castration. |
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For your sacred sow is left slaughtered. |
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Brainwashed by me. |
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Myself influence I. |
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Bird brained |
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World saver. |
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A fake god rests dead inside you. |
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It's a safe assumption that you'd want to save me now. |
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But I'll never face castration. |
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For your sacred sow is left |
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Slaughtered. |
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System destroyed. |
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Exposed and unployed. |
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The fruit |
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Of intention cry for their dead, but turning their head to |
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Ignore reality's claw. |
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Knife to your wrist, syringe in your |
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Arm is your ounce of prevention. |
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Give what you made, |
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And under your name on your grave, is salvation. |
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A big |
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Fucking joke. |
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Slaughter the pig, the self righteous king for your own |
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Restoration. |
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For your God is in your chest, and faith kills |
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What is precious, for death is unanswered. |
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Do sin |