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I'm not a redeemer, I'm not another saviour |
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Don't want to save your world, I would rather make it burn in flames |
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I spit on all the doves, your good intentions are masturbation |
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To hide a simple fact: you're scarred of your needs of violence |
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I am the new salvation |
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I am the voice screaming in your head |
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I have no compassion |
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I annihilate the smile on your face |
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Death is all around me |
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Blood is why we lick their feet |
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All celebrate the reign of pigs |
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Leisure and atrocity |
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Flesh is melted again |
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Bind in orgies of carnal guilt |
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I want to smash them all |
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For drowning themselves in their semen and lust |
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I don't agree with happiness, don't want to be a brainwashed slave |
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I bit the hand and cut the leash, the rope of comfort around my neck |
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And enjoy the bitter taste of watching all delusions fade away |
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Your iron dream is wrapped into a velvet shape of ignorance |
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And still you keep on deny the pain |
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The itch running onto your skin |
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The burnt of profound misery |
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Do you enjoy the taste of shame, the blade of vanity? |
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A slaughtered heaven, a place of fool's sanity [?], |
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A mouthful of injuries, it's all what you deserved |
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I am the bullet on the run, I force my way into your brain |
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Extracting all corrupted words with the massive strain of a gun |
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I'm not a redeemer, I'm not another saviour |
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Don't want to save your world, I would rather make it burn in flames |
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I spit on all the doves, your good intentions are masturbation |
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To hide a simple fact: you're scarred of your needs of violence |
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I am the new salvation |
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I am the voice screaming in your head |
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I have no compassion |
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I annihilate the smile on your face |
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A slaughtered heaven, a place of fool's sanity [?], |
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A mouthful of injuries, it's all what you deserved |
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I am the bullet on the run, I force my way into your brain |
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Extracting all corrupted words with the massive strain of a gun |
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You suck! |