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Call to the |
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Darkness, the |
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Wrath of the desert, skulls piled in |
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A row, why didn't you see? |
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Carry me back, drag me by foot |
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Saving my life, slitting her throat, salting her wounds, never to |
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Sit or stand again, one time |
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One more mouthful fills it up, like a pig you're scared to swallow |
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INSIDE, CU |
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LTURE, (IS) |
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SLIDING The torture is endless, its mental as well as physical designed to last a lifetime, within tarot cards that you've been delt. |
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The wisdom of the usurpers, multiple stab wounds. |
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Crawling out from underground |
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Falling out, falling down, dimming lights, hollowed out bloodless |
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Manaquin reveals the truth, even though plastic all emotion is shown. |
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Drive out, the demons of endless time, the ends of time |
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Never to sit or stand again. |
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Calling to something of ever unending, darker than infernal pitch, holding us down with rusted cruel nails, a nail though my cock holds me. |
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Hanging. Never yielding to the pressure forever something to the |
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Wolves. Kicking and fighting, forever to the last, mastered by occult. |
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From the past, die for me every second counts, die for me and learn |
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To live with out, die for me buried where you stand. |
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Die for me |
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The ritual of the damned, kill yourself. |
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The ultimate wave of battle, lay under the ground, attack from below. |
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Killing with eyes wide, yesterday was the day. |
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Brutality marks the end of simple times, the |
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American smoke screen. |
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The simplest task forgotten |
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There's no way to fight when there's nothing to fight for. |
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Bask in your life today, for tomorrow is the madman's turn, predictions |
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Will soon begin to unravel quite quickly |
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Never to sit or stand again. |