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Hatred is my sceptre, instrument of doom |
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Armor made of cruelty, inhuman tortured misery |
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Deception's woven into my cape, I wrap betrayal around |
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On my throne I sit and moan and wear the crown of decadence |
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Have I found myself, have I seen the closer glimpse of truth |
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I ain't even slipping yet, I've got white soul to denigrate |
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With ravens I am glutting gore and one pound of putrid flesh |
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Only things defiling me are words no more no less |
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Long is the way and hard that out of light leads down to hell |
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There is something holding me it won't let go of my filthy shell |
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I will blind their eyes, sew up their liar mouths |
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Seal the coffin of the living dead and wait for rotten corpse |
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Oh, how hard I have to try to ruin myself? |
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Dedication for the twisted salvation |
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Exhausting me, still I must mutilate on and on |
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I can't even know myself, if I haven't tasted some blood |
