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I pass up the blame |
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Press on to face me |
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Do it some other time |
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Just like it's programmed into you as well |
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To leave all dead and impaled |
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I'll drink up to my eyes of your filthiness |
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It makes me breathe in deep |
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Your dirt drenched ecstasy |
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Making me do things I thought I'd never see |
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For Mary's sake break what you've become |
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Another horrid wretch |
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Left in the slums living next to nothing |
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Sleeping with everything |
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Born out of dirt |
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Living in the dirt |
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I can taste you in the air you whore |
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Laced up with worms |
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Tied down by thorns |
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You must look up |
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My end was the same |
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The plank belongs in both eyes |
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The distance between sky and earth |
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Remain the same like you and I |
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The jury guilty of the crime |
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I pass up the blame |
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Press on to face me |
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Do it some other time |
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Just like it's programmed into you as well |
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To leave all dead and impaled |
|
I'll drink up to my eyes of your filthiness |
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It makes me breathe in deep |
|
Your dirt drenched ecstasy |
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Making me do things I thought I'd never see |
|
For Mary's sake break what you've become |
|
Another horrid wretch |
|
Left in the slums living next to nothing |
|
Sleeping with everything |
|
Born out of dirt |
|
Living in the dirt |
|
I can taste you in the air you whore |
|
Laced up with worms |
|
Tied down by thorns |
|
You must look up |
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My end was the same |
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The plank belongs in both eyes |
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The distance between sky and earth |
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Remain the same like you and I |
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The jury guilty of the crime |
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Nothing will change the conviction |
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But we both belong in the filth |
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That we claim no allegiance to |
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We are the dirt we so despise |
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The message was made clear by defecating in |
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Your skull just to see how I do |
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Come up with all of this and make you pay for it |
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I am part of the earth's bloodline |
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I will shove you |
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Into the ground |
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Make you become |
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Lower than down |
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Did you plan this? |
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To join the Troft |
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Can you taste it? |
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Makes your tongue rot |
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You always knew |
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A taste that we craved |
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You gutter slut |
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Worth the Troft trouble trade |
