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Encapsulate the night! wrap up the truth in candy-striped paper and throw us a blood-sodden torn and holey rotten through the core party |
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I stand with you now, my friend |
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My razor tongue is licking your rosy cheeks and battered ears |
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I whisper sordid secrets that are neither true nor false |
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I hold your hand in defiance |
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Amplify your feeble voice against evil |
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I hold your spine and shake most violently |
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The silver light is overthrown |
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Rejoice with me for we have denominated the devil (And I shall get to fulfil my own) |
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When I die, |
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I slay a hundred |
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When I die, |
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I raise a thousand |
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Rejoice with me for we have denominated the devil (And I shall get to fulfil my own) |
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Every bullet hole in our holy town is an orifice for me to rape every woman slain is my whore and every precious child crying a golden orb of fire |
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I stand with you now, my friend |
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I nibble at your earlobes till they bleed the truth divine |
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Smear my name in their fearful faces |
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I hold your hand in vengeance |
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Your muffled words are a horrid choir across the sea |
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This licking pyre cannot be douted by their tears |