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the lie, cheat, fake and pain, |
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true is tied up with chain |
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no one believes in good |
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evil and lie has become in flood |
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any fucking son of the bitch |
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inside monster poses gently |
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hopefully will meet the death |
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which will cut his fucking head |
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the son of the bitch being alone |
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his soul locked in dark compression |
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the son of the bitch forever alone |
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the soul locked in separation |
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cold rain, wailing songs to hear |
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violin creaking, coffin is let down |
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flock of starving crows is able to hear |
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shallow hole becomes cathedral |
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a sing out of tune, it is the last tour |
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dark unknown is coming soon |
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as same as life the death is such |
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it is up to who was bigger fucker. |
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the son of the bitch being alone |
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his soul locked in dark compression |
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the son of the bitch forever alone |
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the soul locked in separation |
