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You look at me, you see depraved execration |
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You stare a while then look away |
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I look at you, i see a slave to convention |
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Grieving for another day |
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My wars begin with suffering and fire and end the same |
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Sleep well, for where you lay is where you'll die, in your grave |
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You wanted war, i gave you more than attention |
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I saw that fire in your eye |
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You wanted more, i'm giving you pure insurrection |
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At least you can say that you tried |
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My wars begin with suffering and fire and end the same |
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Sleep well, for where you lay is where you'll die, in your grave |
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My wars begin with suffering and fire and end the same |
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Sleep well, for where you lay is where you'll die, in your grave |
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In your tomb |