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displaced Sawed and hacked The corpse is now fully dismembered His guts extended all over the grave Severed limbs piled up in the casket The ground
explosions The major blasts spread ashes through the air I heard the cries from non-believers They sacrificed and left piled dead I kneel down I'll join
parkin lot Abandoned for so many years cars left to rot And buried in the garden in a hole dug deep All the bones and the belongings all piled in a heap
or lower frequency It means nothing to me Watch me turn the volume down It's always cold before the last day Still guarding space Snow piled up
the longest nail And all your toys are broken Piled up in the corner And all your dreams have gone away Where did you go? The happy kid that made
citizen H - my flow grade you would give it an A Blow strays like perverted vets Ride out all piled up Get it got it you can hide brah You lamp in the house
my blood, My bride of steel sings in my hand, Corpse-mounds piled to touch the sky, Black fury enshroud me! Bleed for the gods of war! Flesh
of money piled up to my chin My mother told me good, my mother told me strong She said, "Be true to yourself and you can't go wrong But there's just one
the palace of a just god at all? For many were the wars we saw, many fought and Died God's kingdom prospered upon those corpses Piled high Giving sanctimony
Well, My baby and me went out late Saturday night I had my hair piled high and my baby just looked so right Well, pick you up at ten, gotta have you
against you, and you will not see escape Corpses 'll be piled high, and resurrected to the lake As for the message of the band, I've stated, time and again
Well, My baby and me went out late Saturday night I had my hair piled high and my baby just looked so right Well, pick you up at ten, gotta have you
Well, My baby and me went out late Saturday night I had my hair piled high and my baby just looked so right Well, pick you up at ten, gotta have
Well, My baby and me went out late Saturday night I had my hair piled high and my baby just looked so right Well, pick you up at ten, gotta have you
The sun set on a perfect day but then it rose only to say "It's wrong, there's something wrong" They woke up to a burning sound, cars piled up
Screams surround everything, anxiety-ridden fear Hundred piled corpses Mixed with those alive, a rotten mess Penetrated by death In sludge
Well, My baby and me went out late Saturday night I had my hair piled high and my baby just looked so right Well, pick you up at ten, gotta have you
miracle one million bodies Piled high in your name I'm calling you out Come show your face Stand before me I will destroy you Shed your mask and I will
merciless game Superfluous victuals piled up to the edge The stocks are filled up to the sky Millions of dollars for storage each year And a nickel for
Putrid, weeping, limbless Their bodies piled around me Rip them, tear them, shred them This world is now my altar Delusionless grandeur, my anger
""Worries piled high you're on the edge you can't let go you feel the stress you're so obsessed with all the debts you think you're owed We create
bodies As I climb this wall of corpses piled up in front of me Forced to feed on the remains of the ones that didn't make it Eating my way out of this
nothings in the middle of the day Carry on like secret lovers do Making love in the afternoon Back at work twenty minutes late Boss just piled more
this shit There's bodies piled up like Nostradamus predicted Talkin' out the side your fuckin' mouth will get you lifted (ta-ta-ta) The SUV is
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