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Taste Of My Scythe |
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(Rip and cut and mutilate the innocent his friends, |
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and again and again and on and on!) |
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You make me own my life in Hell, my kingdom back to the bound. |
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You say you don't make it alone, kingdom back to the Lord. |
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Falling, I say: you too, falling, you too, born to die! |
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Come with hate! |
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Come and die! |
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One day I'll face you all alone, |
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enduring out with wind and ice. |
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It's payback time, it's your demise sought to feel: |
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they'll taste of my scythe! |
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You say my ear, my God who help me, God take yours in shame. |
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Back too low, I want your head on a plate to feel my eyes. |
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Come with me, I want your blood to save it on my eyes. |
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I want you and in the plate to be coming in the sky (sky!) |
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Come with hate! |
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Come and die! |
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One day I'll face you all alone, |
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enduring out with wind and ice. |
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It's payback time,it's your demise until they feel: |
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taste of my scythe! |
