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He was abandoned to the father |
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left on the alter of the gutters |
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stripped and left without the matriarch |
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left alone to attend |
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their fucking death march |
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keep digging with the needle |
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'til the flesh is left cold |
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blacken his eyes so he can be controlled |
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he was the gun |
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serrated grin and the lover |
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now bow your head and |
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pray unto his cancer motherfucker |
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no hate, no love, no chance at life |
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the heart will worm it's way inside |
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he was the last to be forsaken |
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the misery |
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the first amongst the fallen |
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judgment |
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he peers into thee [within thine eyes] |
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through blackness, through fear, |
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through hate and debris |
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the god of silver tongue and heathen |
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sits upon the throne of contamination |
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he was the gun |
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serrated grin and the lover |
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now bow your head and |
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pray unto his cancer motherfucker |
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keep digging with the needle |
|
'til the flesh is left cold |
|
blacken his eyes out so he can be controlled |
|
he was the gun |
|
serrated grin and the lover |
|
now bow your head and |
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pray unto his cancer motherfucker |
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no hate, no love, no chance at life |
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the heart will worm it's way inside |
