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I am a walking screaming hell |
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A thing of torture to behold |
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This vivisection splits my soul |
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A thing of torture to behold |
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Where you run to |
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Won't take too long |
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I've come to get you |
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Won't take too long |
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And death should know we |
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No hesitating |
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Give up your heart |
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It ain't so lonely |
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Without your heart |
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And death should know we |
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My hands are dirty with his blood |
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And I can take you there |
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I've got a brand new |
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GodAnd if |
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I lay you there |
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Under my brand new |
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GodThen I will slay you there |
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For my brand new |
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GodBrand new |
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God, brand new |
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GodWhere are you running to |
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It didn't take too long |
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I've come and gone now |
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You didn't take too long |
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And death should know we |
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My hands are dirty with his blood |
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And death should know we |
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After all |
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I prepared you |
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For the second coming of my |
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God |