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| − | This is the book of Roman. These are songs form the band '''Funk Kill Blasphemy'''. They sound vocally like Gorefest/Bolt Thrower mixed with Death(Band) but with a heavy janky modern Havok/Exodus/Danzig groove instrumentally. There lyrics also touch base to a modern fan base by containing elements of hip hop. But their trashiest songs became their iron lung. Kobain is 18-20 at this time his voice has deepened.
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| − | == Stuff Chicken Recipe==
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| − | Stuffing can be made from many different ingredients, such as simple herbs, vegetables and fruit, but can also be made from more complex bread based or grain based (grains, such as rice, barley and kasha that are cooked until tender) recipes. Simple ingredients, such as onions, garlic, lemon, herbs, and spices, can be inserted into the cavity of the chicken or under the skin to add flavor to the meat. Bread or grain based stuffing may include sausage, chopped or ground giblet pieces, vegetables, herbs, and spices. It is common to use eggs for binding and stock or broth to moisten the stuffing.
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| − | Before inserting the stuffing, wash the chicken inside and out and then pat dry with a paper towel. Be sure any stuffing that has been cooked, or ingredient that is cooked, is cooled completely before inserting into the cavity of the chicken. The chicken should not be stuffed until just before it is to be cooked, so that the risk of bacterial growth is reduced. Insert the stuffing through the neck, into the body cavities, but be sure that you do not overstuff because the stuffing will expand during cooking due to the absorption of the juices from the chicken.
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| − | When cooking the stuffed chicken, the internal temperature of the stuffing should reach 165°F. Cooking the stuffing to this temperature can result in the meat becoming overcooked. Many cooks prefer to cook the stuffing separately from the chicken. The stuffing is placed in a buttered baking dish and cooked during the last 45 minutes to an hour of the roasting time. Stuffing that is cooked outside of the chicken as a separate dish is referred to as "dressing."
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| | + | S Over Powered |
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| | + | A Very Powerful |
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| − | == Floating Head ==
| + | B Master Level |
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| − | (Rave Verse)
| + | C Average Powers |
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| − | No your not dead
| + | D Minor Power |
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| − | I just broke your neck
| + | E Weak Powers |
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| − | Take your final hours to reflect
| + | F Hopeless Abilities |
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| − | All those thoughts into you head
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| − | I take your life!!!!!!
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| | + | == <div style="color:#00CCCC; background-color: #000000">Other Information</div>== |
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| − | (Hated Chorus)
| + | == <div style="color:#00CCCC; background-color: #000000">Power Moves</div>== |
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| − | Murder on the song
| + | '''Power Moves''' |
| | + | *''' ''' - |
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| − | I like to murder on the song
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| − | Torture on the song
| + | '''Implants''' |
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| − | I like to torture on the song
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| − | Hear them scream
| + | '''Paraphernalia''' |
| | + | *''' ''' - |
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| − | My enemies
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| − | I always kill
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| − | While recording
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| − | You hear a sequel
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| − | Somebody
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| − | They will be dead
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| − | Before release
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| − | Satan please
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| − | Just let go me
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| − | Murder on the song
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| − | I like to murder on the song
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| − | Torture on the song
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| − | I like to torture on the song
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| − | Hear them scream
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| − | My enemies
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| − | I always kill
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| − | While recording
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| − | You hear a sequel
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| − | That actual
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| − | Somebody
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| − | They will be dead
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| − | Before release
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| − | Jesus please
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| − | Just let go me
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| − | == No Permission to Die ==
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| − | (Death Metal)
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | No Permission to die
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| − | No Permission to die
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| − | I cuck your life
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| − | No Permission to die
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| − | No Permission to die
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| − | I took your life
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| − | I watch you bleed
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| − | Just look at me
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| − | I am the seed
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| − | Purgatory!!
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | I sew your skin
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| − | You live on me
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| − | I'm like a doctor
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| − | With a PhD
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| − | In misery
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| − | ~Why you Dieeeeee!!!
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | No Permission to die
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| − | No Permission to die
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| − | I cuck your life
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| − | No Permission to die
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| − | No Permission to die
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| − | I took your life
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| − | I watch you bleed
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| − | Just look at me
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| − | I am the seed
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| − | Purgatory!!
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | I pull your teeth
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| − | I eat *****
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| − | I'm got the mastery
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| − | In sorcery
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| − | No mystery
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| − | ~ You still dieeeee!
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| − | == Grape Juice ==
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| − | (Death Metal)
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | You think your brave
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| − | You got people around
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| − | But honey you where we're wrong
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| − | Because your track I'm on
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| − | I gift you one
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| − | It's all night long
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| − | I'm to tone deth to call it
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| − | Eeeeeeehh!!
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| − | What's that in the bushes!
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| − | (Sing)
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | Grape smashing
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| − | I'm a grape smashing
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| − | And grape plashing
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| − | The animal is coming clean
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| − | A vampire is coming in
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| − | Need my medicine
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| − | And angel sing
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| − | Arrrrrh
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| − | I'm never one to follow
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| − | But then I found a pool
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| − | I'm I the ugly ducklings
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| − | Why do I make it cool
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| − | He learned a ugly lesson
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| − | She learned to use a tool
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| − | I'm to dam blessed to spoil it!
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| − | Eeeeeeehh!!
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| − | What's that, What's that a preschool!
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | == Persecution ==
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | Accusation!
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| − | You're ****ing right
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| − | I'm going to snuff you
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| − | To prove you right
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| − | You are religion
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| − | It's entertaining
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| − | To watch things die
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | ~Music was a movement
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| − | They brought emotions
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| − | ~Picture in motion
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| − | Bought imitations
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| − | ~I put my bird upon a plate
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| − | First transgender cake
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| − | My left hand I ate
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| − | You like to follow
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| − | Deaf is a movement
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | Activision
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| − | There's nothing left
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| − | Ask me a question
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| − | A cult or sect?
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| − | I'm all for progress
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| − | My love you'll get
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| − | Love you to death
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | ~The sound of movement
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| − | They brought emotions
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| − | ~Millions in motion
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| − | Budgeted imitations
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| − | ~I put a smile upon my face
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| − | As both wings break
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| − | Eyes bound you follow
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| − | Blind is the movement
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| − | ~Too political!
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| − | My persecution
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| − | Is your expiration
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| − | Lost emotions
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| − | Dead expedition
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| − | == Room 404 ==
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| − | (Death Metal)
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| − | To see an image
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| − | That can't resolve
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| − | Now it's lost
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| − | And never to be found
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| − | It serves no purpose
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| − | Non has become
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| − | All for nothing
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| − | And everything is never much at all
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| − | I'm not myself now
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| − | But someone who's enemy is his own
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| − | Can't find the instinct
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| − | Exe a problem 404
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| − | Delete the purpose
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| − | Lost in a thought
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| − | I had something
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| − | now I don't know what
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| − | I can't remember
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| − | It doesn't matter
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| − | Not any more
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| − | The tension that has come of me
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| − | It leaves me numb
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| − | But still I find peace in where it don't exits
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| − | Just get to work man
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| − | Or you lie down
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| − | If you touch the floor
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| − | Remember it's always better than hanging from a cloud
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| − | And in the darkness
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| − | Of my own void
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| − | I selfishly give away my all
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| − | The thoughts of hate that took upon me has been destroyed
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| − | Lay down in wreckage
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| − | Room 404
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| − | Don't want attention
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| − | Your mental health is thoughtfully the easiest to ignore
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| − | Don't blame yourself now
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| − | Just kill the image
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| − | == Old Man and a Cracker ==
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| − | (Legion army Song)
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| − | Pappy have no teeth
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| − | But he like to suck it
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| − | He fell down and can't get up
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| − | But he's going to soak it
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| − | If you ever seen a man with three legs
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| − | And the stick's for walking
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| − | ~He puts
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| − | ~In hoops
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| − | ~He shoots
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| − | His youths
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| − | He was in the army too
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| − | A pack of biscuit for lunch x3
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| − | He was the captain of crunch
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| − | Was full had bootie to munch
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| − | She chew
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| − | His food
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| − | And pass it good
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| − | Hit 69
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| − | Was doing fine
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| − | Replaced his spin
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| − | For a tech 9
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| − | "The entire Legion Army/Improv"
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| − | Stuck around for Mama's cooking
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| − | Can get diabetes
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| − | If your heart already killed yah
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| − | Find yourself a knee
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| − | Ride like dirty harry
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| − | ~He Clint
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| − | ~Eastwood
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| − | ~Bad dude
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| − | ~good mood
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| − | And pappy shoot like cowboys doo
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| − | == Hollywood Butcher ==
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| − | (Death Metal)
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | This is a remake
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| − | This is your film
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| − | You get no sequels
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| − | The villains win
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| − | It's not a movie
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| − | It's a murder plan
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| − | If I'm not Rave
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| − | Then I'm not mine
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| − | To have * build up inside you
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| − | Is to be mankind
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| − | Man that show was bloody murder. I don't want to watch further. Same old story over and over.
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| − | Horror story. Bloody murder.
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| − | Horror story. Bloody murder.
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| − | Man of culture. Cancel culture.
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| − | Butcher D. Lore!
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| − | Butcher the plot
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| − | Get the picture!
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| − | Knife in your butt
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| − | I am a surgeon
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| − | I am a god
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| − | You have the body
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| − | To match what you are
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| − | Just like the cockroach
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| − | You'll live forever
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| − | Man that show was * boring. A do over of everything.
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| − | Safe jokes. No taste.
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| − | Snowflake. Safespace.
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| − | Crucified saying praise.
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| − | Man of culture. Cancel culture.
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| − |
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| − | Call the Hollywood butcher
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | Butcher D. Lore!
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| − |
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| − | Butcher the plot
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| − |
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| − | when all is over!
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| − |
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| − | I'll eat your butt
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | There is no talent. There's nothing new. It was your idea. Now censored soon. This modern era. These good fools. Evil can't create a dam thing. Just consume.
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| − |
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| − | == Hot ==
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| − | (Rap/Death)
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| − |
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − |
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| − | Big bullet
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| − |
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| − | Water bottle
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| − |
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| − | Jerrican
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| − |
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| − | Full your bidor
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| − |
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| − | Burst her tank
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| − |
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| − | Get a tan
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| − |
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| − | On the van
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| − |
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| − | I'm your man
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | (Rave Verse)
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| − |
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| − | Water
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| − |
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| − | Water
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| − |
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| − | Just give it water
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| − |
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| − | Water
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| − |
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| − | Water
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| − |
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| − | Just give it water
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| − |
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| − | Hot
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| − |
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| − | Hot
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| − |
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| − | Nothing hotter
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| − |
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| − | Hot
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| − |
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| − | Hot
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| − |
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| − | There's nothing hotter
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| − |
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| − | Hotter than the summer sun
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| − |
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| − | The gunners gun
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| − |
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| − | The rivers runs
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| − |
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| − | The world is over flowing with blood
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| − |
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| − | I got my diamonds from the mother's womb, that Africa
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| − |
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| − | My Nike shoe, that leather lizard came from Godzilla
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| − |
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| − | The Chinese people turn their face to see me come down as a god killer
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| − |
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| − | The tide is coming in the moon came down it took the world it mol* her
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| − |
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| − | The sun exploded too high voltage there's nothing left I took the stars that * was ours and still I go further
| |
| − |
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| − | This thug to block out your sun. Doomsday is coming I come. Blackhole to swallow I'm done. You can hide you don't run.
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| − |
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| − | Run
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| − |
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| − | Run
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| − |
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − |
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| − | (Kobain Verse)
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| − |
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| − | My reign make her fly like a cockroach
| |
| − |
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| − | Peel the back of these dudes and they scramble
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| − |
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| − | I'm here to clip your wings
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| − |
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| − | I bet you feel that hot wind
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| − |
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| − | You think you're loud
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| − |
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| − | But you crashing
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| − |
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| − | I'm gonna kick you when you fall down
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| − |
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| − | My abstinence is silent but deadly
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| − |
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| − | I'm not here to preach that gas
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| − |
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| − | But I caught one sleepin on your *
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| − |
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| − | I'm in the cruiser pasting
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| − |
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| − | You racing but you last
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| − |
| |
| − | == Herd ==
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| − | (Brutal Death Metal)
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| − |
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| − | Puncture the sheep
| |
| − |
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| − | Don't waste the meat
| |
| − |
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| − | Let the teeth sink in
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| − |
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| − | You think the pig
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| − |
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| − | To good to drink Cow blood
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| − |
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| − | Clown * monkeys cannot have me
| |
| − |
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| − | Clown * sheep better shear themselves
| |
| − |
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| − | Mentally my mind goes blank
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| − |
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| − | Subliminally you step into a fish tank
| |
| − |
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| − | At the bottom you think
| |
| − |
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| − | Water enters your lungs
| |
| − |
| |
| − | It bloated out your back like a soaring eagle
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Your ribcage became the cobra
| |
| − |
| |
| − | You float almost ready to explode
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I see the snakes standing upright
| |
| − |
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| − | Upright
| |
| − |
| |
| − | A slab or concrete molded at your feet
| |
| − |
| |
| − | The frustration brings you pleasure
| |
| − |
| |
| − | You scream but the sound is not heard
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa...)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Are still following?
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Follow the leader
| |
| − |
| |
| − | A descent to hell
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Fools
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I heard the priest repeat it
| |
| − |
| |
| − | But if I sold my soul to write a song
| |
| − |
| |
| − | And the monkey stole the rhythm
| |
| − |
| |
| − | All of you were sold
| |
| − |
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| − | (Repeat verse)
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| − |
| |
| − | Hahaha
| |
| − |
| |
| − | == Heaven is for ==
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| − |
| |
| − | (Kobain Verse)
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| − |
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| − | Them girls sweet like heaven
| |
| − |
| |
| − | If you think you getting in we got news for you like 7
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Raqia we bombard ha'
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I'm on the ceiling like cloud 9
| |
| − |
| |
| − | So that six sixty six was mighty fine
| |
| − |
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| − | I hang like Priapus
| |
| − |
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| − | Rave, Dionysus, Our father
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Wine god
| |
| − |
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| − | Some Aphrodites to show us love
| |
| − |
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| − | Bring her down and going hell
| |
| − |
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| − | We'll find the crater where the devil fell
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Like Proxi hit her head I can clearly tell
| |
| − |
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| − |
| |
| − | (Rave verse)
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| − |
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| − | Yah heaven is for
| |
| − |
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| − | My creation
| |
| − |
| |
| − | The holy gates
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Firmament the mother
| |
| − |
| |
| − | She held my hand
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I bow my head
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Sheol' Down la pillar
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Sun God
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Luna Tides
| |
| − |
| |
| − | To breathe underwater
| |
| − |
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Hated sings)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ''Wooooah. I feel the devil got my soul. But that's a heavy load. You got a lot to hold. Make me rise like... I get up so you get down all night.
| |
| − |
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (All shout)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ''Tell pop slime to go to hell!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | IN HELL!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ''Trangender lady demon chicks!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | IN HELL!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ''12 foot demon nah nah nah!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | IN HELL!
| |
| − |
| |
| − |
| |
| − | == Stairway to 7/11 ==
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Rap/Doom Metal, angelic slow beat)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Hated Doom Verse)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Faith...
| |
| − |
| |
| − | In idols
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Took on nothing
| |
| − |
| |
| − | The gaudes worshipped for no reason
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Had fans before 18
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Sex traded for ratings
| |
| − |
| |
| − | The angels Broadcast
| |
| − |
| |
| − | So be the evangelios
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Countdown to the martyrs
| |
| − |
| |
| − | 11 Plus one half
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Embalming the esophagus
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Brought on by the telecast
| |
| − |
| |
| − | The face of the expressionless
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Mind of the pure...
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Not like before
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Got no talent
| |
| − |
| |
| − | A Legion forming
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Battering at the gate
| |
| − |
| |
| − | The gates of heaven (Heaven)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Let us in
| |
| − |
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| − |
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| − | (Guitars)
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| − |
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| − |
| |
| − | (Rave Doom Verse)
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| − |
| |
| − | In a being so pure
| |
| − |
| |
| − | The mind of the mature
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I don't want to live on this planet
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Anymore...
| |
| − |
| |
| − | A clouded space
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Physically erased
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Soul uploaded in time
| |
| − |
| |
| − | A millennium
| |
| − |
| |
| − | City of the gaudes
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I stand still
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Not one amoungst the other
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Statues will fall
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Like * on a pedestal
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Fine by me
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Latency
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Heaven can wait
| |
| − |
| |
| − | See how Mum is doing
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Country
| |
| − |
| |
| − | She walks ahead of me
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I can't look up
| |
| − |
| |
| − | She shakes stairwell
| |
| − |
| |
| − | A Legion forming
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Battering at the gate
| |
| − |
| |
| − | The gates of heaven (Heaven)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Let them in
| |
| − |
| |
| − |
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (This song is social commentary about slow decay which is of time and morals. It's a sense of death before death and masses of people entering the afterlife.)
| |
| − |
| |
| − |
| |
| − | == Pyramid Scheme (Crucified and Mummiefied) ==
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Kobain Rap Chorus, beat like tape skipping back heavy Rozay)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Eye on a pryramid
| |
| − |
| |
| − | She on a pedestal
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Her gaude is sitting still on the rock that strong men build
| |
| − |
| |
| − | She Madusa's head
| |
| − |
| |
| − | But I am foundation
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I spray that seed
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Forbidden fruit could feed a whole nation
| |
| − |
| |
| − | She going up
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ~Ma bean stock
| |
| − |
| |
| − | And when I drop
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I asked all * to bring a mop
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ~Not innocent
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Another crime scenes
| |
| − |
| |
| − | To put down as a song
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ~I stack bricks
| |
| − |
| |
| − | '* chics uptop on chics
| |
| − |
| |
| − | And bury *
| |
| − |
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Hated Rap Chorus)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Climb high y'all * bitches better work (Work x2)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | You are to work harder
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Though she had a rich father
| |
| − |
| |
| − | She said to work harder
| |
| − |
| |
| − | My future's female like a transgender
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I love them girls with a-genda
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Is gaude coming
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I say faith (Female Whisper: Faith)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Now that I know gaude is *
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I will pray (Pray) (Female whisper: Pray)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | You better pray for gaude sake
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I'm at the floodgate
| |
| − |
| |
| − | She leaked tape
| |
| − |
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Rave Thrash Verse, Scary Alien Beat)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Yeah I got the world!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ~Not on my back
| |
| − |
| |
| − | '* that!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ~I'm not Atlas
| |
| − |
| |
| − | They on my lap!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ~Yeet a slap
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (All three guys) I'm at the door I ring bell then kick it down
| |
| − |
| |
| − | The murder just begun!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ~She already *
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I told her straight up as she go down!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ~This won't be fun
| |
| − |
| |
| − | She try to run I'll pull her back!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I bus her *!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Salt and pillar that!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ~If she look back
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I'll leave her seeing like a * bat!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ~Then blow her nose out like that fat
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Egyptian cat!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Beat Drop)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | You ain't done!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | No pop that!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I'm only under when she can't get over that!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I'm a dirty rat!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | The kind that eat the cat!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ~It's so dumb
| |
| − |
| |
| − | You don't want to be my problem
| |
| − |
| |
| − | No caution no warning
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ~no discussion
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Turn back like a hurricane
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Bust your head like * Cain
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Now you a blood stain
| |
| − |
| |
| − | If she head my home
| |
| − |
| |
| − | My roof top
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ~Always gone
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (All three guys) We always gun, They fed up *
| |
| − |
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (all guys)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I put them on a hill!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ~She crucified
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I buried my own chilld!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ~She Mummiefied
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I put them on a hill!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ~She crucified
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I buried my own chilllllllllld!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | ~She Mummiefied
| |
| − |
| |
| − |
| |
| − | == Monty Eyes ==
| |
| − | (Doom Metal, Squillish vocals contemplative steel pan-ish beat. Less lyrics more sweet melodic metal tune which is peaceful yet chilling.)
| |
| − |
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Soft electric melody)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Mr. Monty Eyes
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Frozen in time
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Brought me Medusa
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Women freeze when you see them
| |
| − |
| |
| − | A sweet chill when they look at you
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Through. Those. Big. Beautiful.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Vacant eyes!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Mr. Monty Eyes!!!
| |
| − |
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Guitars)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Chime keyboard beat)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Video: Eyes staring in darkness)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Gut wrenching guitar peel back like scratching nails)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Back to smooth Verse melody)
| |
| − |
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Time gone with the wind
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Carved me like a stone
| |
| − |
| |
| − | You're presence means no one's home
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Cut down you were a rock
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Rock to my endeavors
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Now or whenever
| |
| − |
| |
| − | From you came her
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Love is never blind!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | See through me
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Sweet. Monty.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Eyes!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Eyes!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | == Mentally Challenged ==
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Doom Metal)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | This is a mental challenge
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Not equiped
| |
| − |
| |
| − | To stand the test of time
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Let me touch the toddlers!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | The adults led them the wrong way for what is forever
| |
| − |
| |
| − | And to this day I still don't understand
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Just what has been derived from a wild guess
| |
| − |
| |
| − | To be the topic of a conversation
| |
| − |
| |
| − | But not all things needs an explanation
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I learned how petty is man kind
| |
| − |
| |
| − | To deprave themselves with useless trivial squabbles
| |
| − |
| |
| − | When a human man is simply not able to grasp the concept
| |
| − |
| |
| − | But follow!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Just differentiate your stupidity from my metal disability
| |
| − |
| |
| − | == Bright Idea ==
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Death Metal)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Just another bright idea
| |
| − |
| |
| − | It has come to murder
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Let me strap you to this chair
| |
| − |
| |
| − | It has come to murder
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Though I will never figure you out
| |
| − |
| |
| − | It has come to murder
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Some of your will try
| |
| − |
| |
| − | My vengeance
| |
| − |
| |
| − | And when you feel the shock
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Not all of you might die
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Electrify you mind
| |
| − |
| |
| − | With a head full of ideas
| |
| − |
| |
| − | You make a stupid face
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Executioners in place
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Inmates might *culate
| |
| − |
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Choose you death
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I say to choose your death
| |
| − |
| |
| − | How would you like to die?
| |
| − |
| |
| − | How would you like to diiiiiiie?!
| |
| − |
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Sing)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Oh you prefer the happy ending
| |
| − |
| |
| − | But you fail to think it twice
| |
| − |
| |
| − | And now you got some time to spend
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Story of your life
| |
| − |
| |
| − | == Fight Yourself ==
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Technical Death)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Rave Verse Different Voices)
| |
| − |
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Janky metal beat)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | (Sophisticated Voice)
| |
| − |
| |
| − | It's like a forest?
| |
| − |
| |
| − | I'm going hunting, I'm a ghost
| |
| − |
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| − | Put your gun sign up, * girl
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| − | Let's stare clear from this road
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| − | (Drop)
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | (Drills)
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| − | (Voice losing control)
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| − | Why don't you stay away from me
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| − | You are just another, thot!
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| − | Is saving you worth the troubles
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| − |
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| − | I need this baby, Top!
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| − |
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| − | (Drop)
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | (Crash)
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| − | (Perverse Voice)
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| − | You made me soil myself!
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| − | You're just another butt
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| − |
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| − | I will need a diapers
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| − | Who's to say what you got guts!
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| − | (Drop)
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| − |
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| − | (Deadly Voice)
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| − |
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| − | Rahhh, Growl just like a mut
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| − |
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| − | I will bury you
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| − |
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| − | You animal
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| − |
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| − | Without a single thought
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| − |
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| − | (Drop)
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| − |
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| − | (Careless Voice)
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| − | Relax the pus in your head!
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| − |
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| − | The other me have not
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| − |
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| − | Lost you find direction
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| − |
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| − | At every. single. cost!
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| − |
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| − | (Drop)
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| − |
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| − | (Demonic Voice)
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| − | Procrastination (Horse!)
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| − |
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| − | In production (Horse!)
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| − |
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| − | No frustration (Horse!)
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| − |
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| − | Kill castration... (Horse!)
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| − |
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| − | (Drop)
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| − |
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| − | (Murderous Voice)
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| − |
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| − | I dig, I dig
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| − |
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| − | Her trunk shake
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| − |
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| − | My muddy shove
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| − |
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| − | Kaplunk
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| − |
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| − | (Drop)
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | (Sociopath Voice)
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| − |
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| − | She got two guns in her hand!
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| − |
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| − | Both of them is mine
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| − |
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| − | I thought the sex was boring
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| − |
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| − | I'm going mad like Yose' Sam
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| − |
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| − | (Drop)
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | (Feminine Voice)
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| − |
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| − | You bite your toenails!
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| − |
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| − | Shave the hair off your hand!
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| − |
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| − | But I don't like the lotion!
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| − |
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| − | I can't hold on, I'm going!
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| − |
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| − | (Drop)
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | (Host Voice)
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| − |
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| − | Know my blood is your wine
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| − |
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| − | Feed on me, Eat my hand
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| − |
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| − | Take it all
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| − |
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| − | It's your head!
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| − |
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| − | (Drop)
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | (Screamo Voice)
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| − |
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| − | Chorus Verses Verses!
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| − |
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| − | Verses Chorus Verses!
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| − |
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| − | Verses Verses Verses!
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| − |
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| − | Thought us, Fought us, Verses!
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| − |
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| − | == Hands in Rapture ==
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| − |
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| − | (Technical Death Metal)
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| − |
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| − | I love you baby
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| − |
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| − | Just eat the hog
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| − |
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| − | Smile through smug teeth
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| − |
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| − | You will crawl
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| − |
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| − | I need your praise
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| − |
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| − | You complement them
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| − |
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| − | I'm not a friend
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| − |
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| − | They need attention
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| − |
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| − | Validation
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| − |
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| − | My heart not found
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| − |
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| − | Don't blame a *
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| − |
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| − | For being a dog
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| − |
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| − | And still a dog knows
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| − |
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| − | when it is wrong
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | (chorus)
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| − |
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| − | I hit my wife
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| − |
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| − | Like equal rights
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| − |
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| − | Her hands in Rapture!
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| − |
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| − | The cover fine
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| − |
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| − | But inside
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| − |
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| − | Your ear declined
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| − |
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| − | She has the snake eyes
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| − |
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| − | And soft spine
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| − |
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| − | With no hands to put mine
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| − |
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| − | Her tail was crucified
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| − |
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| − | Like ...
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| − |
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| − | No girl can run
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| − |
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| − | You better hide
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | (Verse)
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| − |
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| − | Love me baby
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| − |
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| − | The cowl man say
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| − |
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| − | The god book gay!
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| − |
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| − | The girls who betrayed
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| − |
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| − | Led men astray
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| − |
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| − | I'm Adam
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| − |
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| − | I'm Samson
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| − |
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| − | Like Solomon
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| − |
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| − | I know your dumb
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| − |
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| − | Devolution come
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| − |
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| − | You raise your hand to offend me
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| − |
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| − | I got a knife to scale and watch you crawl
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| − |
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| − | To the river, blood to thick to wash the dirt right off you skin
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| − |
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| − | Just look at what your hands do
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| − |
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| − | You don't need them anyway
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| − |
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| − | == Who so Thinketh, Doeth ==
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| − |
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| − | (Popping Death Metal)
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| − |
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | Sometimes when I murder you in my mind
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| − |
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| − | I go blind
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| − |
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| − | Predatory on your spine
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| − |
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| − | Hot red wine
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| − |
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| − | Need my medicine then I'm fine
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| − |
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| − | I think about * and I think about death
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | Deadly
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| − |
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| − | Metal
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| − |
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| − | Who?
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| − |
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| − | == Skull ==
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| − | (Metalcore)
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| − |
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| − | (Fast)
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| − |
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| − | Like sharks to purity tides throwing salt in ones eyes
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| − |
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| − | Not the first time that the Mother Earths cried
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| − |
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| − | I'd skuld the water blowing steam in to the air
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| − |
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| − | The ghosts
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| − |
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| − | Relax
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| − |
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| − | You had a good run and times coming to a end
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| − |
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| − | Break down the walls built around on self
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| − |
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| − | Like scales shedding to soft skin
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| − |
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| − | If you run from the water you only land on the fire
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| − |
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| − | Just burn
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| − |
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| − | I see skeletons burning no differences in the faces I've seen
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| − |
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| − | Everything and start over again
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| − |
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| − | Take notes
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| − |
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| − | Soar higher as every moth will be pulled in
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| − |
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| − | The surface tension is a savoir that kept you from drowning
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | (Sing)
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| − |
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| − | You have perverted humanity to something else
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| − |
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| − | Obscene
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| − |
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| − | And though we are just animals
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| − |
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| − | I'm free
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| − |
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| − | I lift my face to touch the sun with my bone dry
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| − |
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| − | Creepiest smile ever seen
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | == Vert (Interlude) ==
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| − |
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| − | (Core)
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| − |
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| − | I pull it to the side
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| − |
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| − | You see inverted skies
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| − |
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| − | My rabies mouth I glide
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| − |
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| − | I'm going to fix you up
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| − |
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| − | You up (echo)
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| − |
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| − | (Telecast tuning)
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| − |
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| − | == Seether ==
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| − |
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| − | (Perverse Thrash Voice)
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| − |
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| − | I'm such a lady's man
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| − |
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| − | It's getting hot in YeeeeAH!
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| − |
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| − | You weren't born with clothes
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| − |
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| − | To see the hell fireeee-AH!
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| − |
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| − | Oooooooh a pressure cooker
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| − |
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| − | Live the water you will fire-AAaaaaH!
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| − |
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| − | So tense it made me sing
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| − |
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| − | My baby had to lie
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| − |
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| − | Just to see a gangster cry
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| − |
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| − | I won't blame hear but some dude is gonna die
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | == Nature Horror ==
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| − |
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| − | Just like the tiger
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| − |
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| − | I watch the mother
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| − |
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| − | I see the widows spitting poison
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| − |
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| − | Into one another
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| − |
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| − | The nature horror
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| − |
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| − | You can't escape
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| − |
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| − | It's something you have lived by
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| − |
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | I'm bound to murder
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| − |
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| − | Lies like a cobra
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| − |
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| − | A crab soldier
| |
| − |
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| − | I sailed the seas
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| − |
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| − | The sands of time
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| − |
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| − | I'm everything
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| − |
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| − | And nothing you can live by
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| − |
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| − |
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| − |
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| − |
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| − |
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| − |
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| − | (High Pitch Voice)
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| − |
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| − | Ooooooooooh the pain pain Seethers!!
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