| Again! |
| We're better off with this sick need |
| To attack apathy |
| Fuck the heartless that fell off, they're weak |
| Fake moves, they fake defeat for sympathy |
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| It's a death without honor |
| So like pigs to the slaughter |
| We won't stop you from |
| All of the inevitable |
| Axe falls to come |
| You're right where you belong |
| We'll be watching a train wreck |
| We vowed never to forget it |
| I'm watching out and I hate all of you |
| Gutless, cutthroat fucks, I see right through |
| You're feeding off a long dead host |
| You parasites give up the ghost |
| It's nothing new |
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| Until the hollow walls |
| Of your heart tremble |
| I'll bury every last breath |
| Into this |
| Won't be a painless process |
| That much I promise |
| While quick-hit goners cower, I'll be |
| Bringing back the king killer glory |
| Salt their wounds with sound and fury |
| I'll resurrect |
| I'll resurrect |
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| It's a death without honor |
| So, like pigs to the slaughter |
| I'm watching out |
| And I hate all of you |
| Gutless, cutthroat fucks, I see right through |
| You're feeding off a long dead host |
| You parasites give up the ghost |
| It's nothing new |
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