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Serve the grave, |
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Serve the grave, |
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Serve the grave. |
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You've fooled me the last time. |
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With stupid power trip |
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I'll neither be the victim, |
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Nor be the innocent. |
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They'll have you hanging from ropes |
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In a tight noose. |
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They'll have you worshiping whores |
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In their books. |
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Que caro, living a lie. |
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Que caro, waiting to die. |
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This cannot be anymore; |
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You better worship the whore, |
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You better worship the whore. |
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Because in the end we take one space, |
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Serve the grave. |
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And in the end we're just one race, |
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Serve the grave. |
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Not your salvation, not your slave, |
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Serve the grave. |
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Hello, we meet again. |
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I will not poison my veins with your drug, |
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I will not bow to the king for your love. |
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Suck, spit, breath in, |
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I hope you're ready for more. |
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No hay mas, breathe out, |
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You better worship the whore, |
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You better worship the whore. |
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Cause in the end we take one space, |
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Serve the grave. |
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And in the end we're just once race, |
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Serve the grave. |
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Not for your salvation, not your slave, |
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Serve the grave. |
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Serve the grave, |
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Serve the grave, |
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The grave. |
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You better worship the whore. |
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Cause in the end we take one space, |
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Serve the grave. |
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And in the end we're just one race, |
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Serve the grave. |
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Not your salvation, not your slave. |
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I am not your slave. |
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Not your slave |
