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H with a capital Hate |
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Out catching souls and drilling holes and |
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It can make you feel like Jesus |
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'Til that sword gets driven in |
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Stepped over on the homeless night |
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They sprayed the wall my desperate friend |
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Tried to climb in vain |
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They felt his pulse, they swept him clean away |
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Oh, you fucking fool, you left us carrying your useless pain |
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We're trapped here 'til we die |
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We're trapped here 'til we die |
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We're trapped here 'til we die |
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We're trapped here 'til we die die die die die die die |
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The remains, the remains, the residue |
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The remains, the remains, the residue |
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The remains, the remains, the residue |
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The remains, the remains, now, is it you? |
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Is it you? Is it you? |
