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A little filter
Don't get out of kilter
Don't wanna guilt ya
To the hilt-a
We will never wilt-a
Look what I built-a
And nothing spilt-a
Light it up man

and go
Back to where it began in Haddonfield
Grabbin' the hilt of my blade
There's still so much blood there that I have to spill
I was looking through

done
My dear boy, Mors Alba 
Let the trauma out 
Scream it out! 
This is your sound now, 
You see the fear in his eyes 
By the hilt of his blade 
Turn

The eye of the world was not my goal
It's ruby hilt entombs my soul
My breath does catch when it makes a sound
I must get free somehow
Oh the Birds

see you, I see you, I see you
We are of an ilk 
Restrained to the hilt 
I see you, I see you, I see you

We're the thing that cats drag in 
We're

of a thousand suns
Melts their blades down to their hilts
No tears from anyone
As dawn appears, gone are their hopes
To find their paradise
The sands erupt

b'soin d'faire ton apparition
J'deviens débile comme Paris Hilt'
J'radote nos vérités blessantes
J'crois qu'au fond j'prends mes sons therapies
Hollywood

from the fangs
Its better to tuck and roll than it is now to fight and stay
Clenching back down on the hilt and bracing my strength for the slash

There once was a lady
Deep in the arms of rest
She sought something there
Not something easily grasped like a hilt
Nor something easily recognized

I....feel....
Heavenly
As I clench the hilt of my sword
Heavenly
As I kill in the name of the Lord
Zealously
I purify
No clemency
I will send them

of my way
I'm gonna be bad whatever you say
You can't keep me from chaos and filth
If you even wanna try I'm gonna push it to the hilt
I'm gonna pound

of false virtues
Nailed on the calendar

Uhhh
FUCK

Mighty tyrant strike your hilt
Engage with filth fallen still
Invisible that is the truth
Scorched fools,

call me Wilt (go ahead)
Yea
Burning these bridges before they built
Yea
All of my life, I've been living with guilt
Fighting my demons with only a hilt

it broken?
Bridged with beauty inert
Broken from the hilt

Tasting the red
Seeing triple
Cold as dead
What's left?

Making the shape

mouse, cheesy, rat-pack ninjas, barely fit tha hilt my blade (Cheesy ninjas)
Barely put tha tip in ya so called baddie, she don't misbehave (Ahn)

Steppin'

matter to who or how hard you pray
Beside yourself with guilt
You're all dressed up to the hilt
There's a silver moon left to ransom me for bait as if

midnight where the party at
Hilt supplied my party pack
Hit da liquor store, get the yac
Buss the dutch, break down the sack
Where the hoes at? I'm

the hilt of my sword kneels
Show and tell, lemme know how word feel
I flow like aqueduct that got fucked up
And then grow like a bump from uppercut to nuts

Through the forest
A rusty dagger at my hilt
Looking to slay a beast
Or the beast of myself that I have built
No favor from the gods
Solely on my own

meaning I'm like a baby fiending
Crying for milk
Until I'm through teething
Got my mouth
On the hilt
On anything that can be touched 
Watch what you leave

warrior,

Owned by the one who devours souls on his altar.
Staring in her eyes, he lifts up the sigil hilt above her...

Flash of the blade,
And her life

inscriptions on the hilt
A humble hero with no expectations or guilt
Is holding his holy virtues high
Like the water from the bridge and in the stars in the sky

Grip the hilt of my sword
Slice me from tip to toe
All I do is flip the foam
Cool side cool side pose
Twist and turn in two rows
Limbs crushing till they

with everything we built?
Or grab the knife, plunge it in, tighten your grip on the hilt

Desperation in my eyes
Dedicated to your voice
Mutilation built