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Prowl the streets, prowl this filth |
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Heading for the strip where the night times's out |
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Looking for some action |
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Inside my brain, it's a burning hell |
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Wasted faces, wretched lives |
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Pathetic tool, wortheless piece of meat |
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Celebrate their failure |
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Clandestine lust, private pleasures |
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In this sickness I come alive |
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In this decay I indulge |
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In this cesspool I wallow |
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In this sickness I come alive |
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Came to look down, to wallow |
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Come on cunt, swallow |
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Come on honey, get down |
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Down for pleasure |
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In your weakness I wallow |
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It's your failure I waloow |
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In your destruction I wallow |
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In this sickness I come alive |
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Prowl - reap the pleasures of new sadism |
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It never ceases to entertain |
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A cheap kick at their expense |
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A quick fix of reality |
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You, yes you |
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You're the one I choose |
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It's your lucky day |
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You'll get no sympathy |
