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I am a walking |
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Screaming hell |
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A thing of torture to behold |
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This vivisection |
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Splits my soul |
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A thing of torture to behold |
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Where you run to |
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Won't take too long |
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I've come to get you |
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Won't take too long |
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And death should know we |
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No hesitating |
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Give up your heart |
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It ain't so lonely |
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W/o your heart |
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And death should know we |
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My hands are dirty w/ his blood |
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And I can take you there |
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I've got a brand new god |
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And if I lay you there |
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Under my brand new god |
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Then I will slay you there |
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For my brand new god |
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Where are you running to |
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It didn't take too long |
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I've come and gone now |
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You didn't take too long |
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And death should know we |
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My hands are dirty w/ his blood |
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And death should know we |
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After all |
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I prepared you for |
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The second coming |
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Of my god |