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Evil seems to be endless |
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Just when we think we have discovered, |
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Heard and found out some |
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Infamie which is already off limits, |
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Again comes something |
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New even more scaring |
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Sometimes it's like we live in a world |
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That will surely break |
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Down under the pressure of modern life |
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Sinners breed like sickness, |
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People have no control over their |
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Most primary feelings |
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Any society that you build |
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Will have its own limits |
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Is murder like anything you take to |
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Once that you've decided on a killing, |
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First you make a stone out |
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Of your heart and if you find |
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That your hands are still willing, |
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Then you can turn mass murder into art |
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Now if you have a taste |
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For killing experience |
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And if you're flushed with |
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Your very first success, |
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Then you really should try |
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Lay them down in front of me |
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Lay them down for all to see |
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Here is one as white as snow |
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Bound to beliefs that |
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You are bound to go |
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And with this point sharpened by a fire |
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I'll bring out the truth, |
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I show who's the liar |
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Never ending cries, its following you |
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Weakness breed like disease |
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Gripped in illusion, of brutality |
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Picture of your vices |
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Pain, my only friend |
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Can't stand this feeling |
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Shame, your only way |
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Can't stop the killing |