| My word’s like vermin
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| Were certain to spread just like a plague
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| When I preach a sermon, determine to keep the flock afraid
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| My wicked conviction to piss in rythym on the system
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| When I speak of murder, evisions create fictional victims
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| I walk on the dark side, the shadows where monsters reside
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| We’re so right and I choose Jekyll over Hyde, I provide
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| A different service in the purpose to divide on the side
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| Of a collective fascinated by suicide
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| The sex with broke necks, we are some complex rejects
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| Who are molded by the system with some complex effects
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| And we vex, that’s why they fear us
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| And judge us before they hear us
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| And It’s because we summon spirits
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| They ain’t never coming near us
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| Maniac, monsters — all mad hate on that thinking
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| (But they don’t understand)
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| About the darker side of life
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| Where shadows are home and the world knows our name
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| We all are the same here
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| So answer the whipser, they’re calling your name
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| To welcome you home here tonight
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| So answer the whipser, they’re calling your name
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| To welcome you home here tonight
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| Yeah we got a fetish for that redish fluid, keep us feedin'
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| Some got a playlist filled MP3s of bitches screamin'
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| Sometimes I fuck with demons, but then I have my reasons
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| Like I ain’t sleeping, 'cause they lookin' in my dreams and
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| My lyrics in reverse can cast a spell and summon curses
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| I pawn straight from hell, that’s why I put them in my verses
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| So call me evil but these people, they ain’t got a clue
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| A sick connection that I got with everyone of you
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| The things I do to you, the things that I can make you do
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| I’m only playing but these motherfuckers think it’s true
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| Subliminal discriminar like you ain’t got a choice
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| Let me take control with just a sound of my voice
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| Maniac, monsters — all mad hate on that thinking
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| (But they don’t understand)
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| I’m on the darker side of light
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| Where shadows are home and world knows our name
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| We’re all out the same here
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| So answer the whipser, they’re calling your name
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| To welcome you home here tonight
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| So answer the whipser, they’re calling your name
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| To welcome you home here tonight
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| Blood and guts, bust nuts on dead sluts
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| Wrist cuts, out middle fingers, never givin' no fucks
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| We them fucking outcasts in caskets
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| It’s just us against the world
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| We’re unpredictable bastards who have mastered arts
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| Of throwing parents in hysterical panics
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| Posting paragraphs of hate while popping multiple xanax
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| Little frantic, worthless purpose they continue the curses
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| Heathens with the grievance and we’re making them nervous
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| Maniac, monsters — all mad hate on that thinking
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| (But they don’t understand)
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| I’m on the darker side of light
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| Where shadows are home and world knows our name
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| We’re all out the same here
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| So answer the whipser, they’re calling your name
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| To welcome you home here tonight
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| So answer the whipser, they’re calling your name
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| To welcome you home here tonight (7x) |