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burning hate death fuck
wrap your legs around this
lead pipes go through skulls
in beams of red
if life was a bit of what it should be
I'd be your one true son
preach religion individualistic needs
drop kicks bad bits done
beatings and killings all that are willing
crossing the lines... deaths true calling
nothing to say to you, nothing for you, yeah you
fits of anger, fits of rage burning inside me
life estranged, through disdain, burning inside me
fits of anger, fits of rage burning inside me
burning hate death fuck
in beams of red i paint the walls of all atrocities
bloodlust, bloodkill, calling
fits of anger, fits of rage burning inside me
life estranged, through disdain, burning inside me
fits of anger, fits of rage burning inside me |
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