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(You've got) |
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No comprehension for my train of thought. |
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Realizing no-one cares a damn about me. |
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Disqualified by the tyrants |
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I see. What if - |
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I'd love to- make you scream. |
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Symptoms of hate. |
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My decision's made. |
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No more attention for the rules of you game. |
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Pushing the needles, feel the stabbing pain. |
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I had a bad trip according to design. |
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It made me restless, now |
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I do know why. |
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Symptoms of hate. |
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My decision's made. |
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This withered soul. |
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Will destroy you all. |
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And bring you down! |
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Down! Falling down! |
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Feel my raging breath. |
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Now! Down! |
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Falling down! |
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Let me bring you doom. |
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Now give me one ****ing reason why |
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I should let you go. |
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Let me inject my disease and take over control. |
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Just give me all that is left from the hope you caress. let me inhale your fear. |
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Suck you dry. |
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Makes me smile. [Lead: Delahaye] |
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Down! Down! |
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Falling down! |
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Feel my raging breath. |
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Now! Down! |
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Falling down! |
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I will bring you down! |
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Down! Falling down! |
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Feel my raging breath. |
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Now! Down! |
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Falling down! |
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Let me bring you doom. |
