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Your god is dead... |
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Your hands are soaked in blood. |
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You liar (Liar). You liar. |
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You're charged with death. |
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Murder of what's pure. |
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Perverted God for a fallen youth. |
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They'll follow every single word you say... |
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You're charged with death. |
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You're charged with death. |
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Sell your soul, sell your god. |
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Hide from all who you are. |
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The taste of gold tastes just like blood. |
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You murderer killed all my hope, murdered everything. |
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Innocence lost, there's no turning back. |
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I question every single word you say. |
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You're charged with death. |
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You're charged with death. |
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Sell your soul, sell your god. |
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Hide from all who you are. |
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The taste of gold tastes just like blood. |
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Now you'll never be able to buy back what you've lost. |
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Has it ever been worth it? |
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Will it ever be worth it for you?... |
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Has it ever been worth it? |
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Will it ever be worth it? |
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Sell your soul, sell your god. |
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Hide from all who you are. |
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The taste of gold tastes just like blood. |
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Your god is dead. Your god is dead. |
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Your god is dead. Your god is dead. |
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One eight seven. Murder in the first degree. |
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You liar. Your god is dead. |