| Slashes to Slashes, Dust to Dust
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| With the blade in my hand, kill you, I might
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| Forget about falling, it’s for poor distant punks
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| I tell you I’ll see the pain after I see the trunk
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| So you really thought I just came
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| To the gutters forlorn to be tamed?
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| I’m at the end of, my rope your Tying
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| This is just dreaming of might
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| Hallucination, your in for shit!
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| I dare you to look at me, I’m a pshyco freak!
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| You motherfuckers wanna give me, a lobodomy?
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| Fuck no, then you know who I am?
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| Well we’re about to fucking see
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| You started messin with death
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| No one said?
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| I’m a Maniac
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| Fuck yeah, you have no power to ask why!
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| Then I will give you a turn
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| When talking out of your bodom mouth
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| At night I bark, scream or shout
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| So really thought I just came
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| To the gutters forlorn to be tamed?
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| You motherfuckers wanna give me, a lobodomy?
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| Fuck no, then you know who I am?
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| Well we’re about to fucking see
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| You started messin with death
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| No one said?
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| I’m a Maniac
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| Fuck yeah, you have no power to ask why!
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| Then I will give you a turn
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| I’ll never give a fuck that
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| These poor bridges are burnt
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| Fuck no, fuck all that shit
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| Now then, would you all just let me go |