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A violent aftertaste, |
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These cuts and scars from yesterday. |
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Greetings from one who's raging, |
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Ripping it's way out of it's cage. |
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I got so high on power as the adrenaline feeds the beast. |
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No use to struggle with yourself, cut your halo. |
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The taste of battles fought, and this losing ground. |
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Are just my cuts and scars from yesterday! |
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I just can't stop it; the adrenaline feeds the beast inside of me! |
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Listen to one who is raging, ripping it's way out of your cage! |
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You fought so hard against it all. |
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Now your little heart feeds your loser god. |
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No use to struggle with yourselves. |
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Let my knife guide you. |
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A violent aftertaste, |
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These cuts and scars from yesterday . |
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1000 tales to tell, nightmares and dreams. |
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No use to struggle with yourself, cut your halo |
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Some battles fought, some wins to come. |
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In this world of... pain. |
