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suppurating wounds
Disfigured shapes
Illuminated by the moon
A reckless haste
To feast on human flesh and blood
All thought erased
Except of you…
Freak

Golden blood in a cup of sorrow
You did sell your own soul
Drop by drop it makes your life get hollow
But you're the star of the show

You can't get

The other voice is talking
Up inside my head
It remembers nothing
From the books I've read
It tells me that I'm worthless
It tells me love is cheap

Chandrian

And so by now
You may know what's fear
You cannot escape them
They find you wherever you'll be
Don't even try
Pretend to see nothing at all

Only those that seem to
Know can counteract the status
Quo, balance act, which way to go
My RFID, CID, used by the beast to track you
Yeah, charge in

Cold Blooded

Annihilator

Waking the Fury

2003

filing up in the rim,

Enemies die by my hand
Feeding is done, nothing left but the bones,
Left to rot and turn to sand
Building up the walls

God Is Dead

Deranged

Plainfield Cemetary

whose mother does nothing
but snorting white shit up her plastic nose.

Sell the house, kill the kids.
Tell Satan I'm on my way home.
I'll keep

Can't Kill What's Already Dead

Anata

Dreams of Death and Dismay

So I'm back to intervene
Claim revenge
Blood is to be seen

Nothing to lose
No pain, no infliction
No fear reigns inside my head
You can't kill

Dead Eyes

Agent Steel

Order of the Illuminati

just a job
And killing's nothing more than sawing logs
Wash your hands but blood leaves stains

You don't deny
You say you've a creative side

Blood dripping from the waving flag. The patriotic symbol of a million dead. Doomed by the perils of war. Your war is for reasons that shut you out.

made in the streets
I can't do nothing but see life how a 'G' supposed to see
So I'm gone set this fucking game back how it's supposed to be
Bitch I'm

Here's a lil story bout a kid from the swampy
Laurens and Division bred
Got it tatted on me
Raised by my auntie
Mommy they got me
But it's nothing

The greed tends to tear up the sane
The seats been impeached by the fame
But the dream remains
Even under all odds know I seek to gain
For all my people left

SPILT THE BLOOD OF OTHERS FOR ABSOLUTION
CREATED A PATH OF NOTHING BUT CONFLAGRATION
WE DESERVED THE LOWEST OF OUR WORST
I ONCE BREATHED 
BREATHED IT IN

Spitting at me (dull)
Simpletons'll get their skull split
They be doing nothing they be inspired by Trump's bitch
Piping down, she was calling for a timeout

it's hard
But love is a gift
You learn it by heart

Hey dear father 
Tell me what you're doing
How many lives 
You're going to ruin
Hey dirty

OF FALLING STARS

Silent cries of virgins touch the heart of night
raped by the demons under painful sights
Sperm and blood and terror chaos in my head
Is

"I promise man, I won't-I won't do anything naughty or-or rude words or nothing, clart."

Yeah, coz my nan gets fukin' upset.

Right, let's have a go,

by flesh and blood
As I lay, as I lay!
Shaking tracks, slap me awake
Rushing light, take me away!
Rushing light!
Rushing!

That my blood, sweat, and tears
Will make me good enough for you

I can't keep on waiting
(I hope you're still waiting)
There is nothing you can offer me

Gasoline pour
On the blood-covered floor
If you hating, hit the door
Also, hater, hit the store
Cuz you looking hella poor
Buy some new clothes,

much of your wealth came from dealing arms?
Is there blood is on the stocks, unknowingly trading in bombs
The price of bullets is on the rise 
But that's

closet
Skeletons been stacking up
Ain't no money in my wallet
But my Paypal traffic up
I've been selling by the band
Band tees on my back
Backstreets with

to the pain
I am succumbing
Am I something? Am I nothing? Is
It hatred? Is it loving?
I can feel the anger coming
It's a silence my chest
But the cancer keeps