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Well, sweet a little sista's high in hell cheatin' on a halo. Grind in a Odyssey Holocaust heart kick on tomorrow. Breakdown agony I said ecstasy in overdrive. When you're riding on the world Thund
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Well, sweet little sista's high as hell, cheating on a halo. Grind in an odyssey, a holocaust, a heart kicking on tomorrow. And a breakdown agony, I said an extacy in overdrive. We're riding on the
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Superstition, fear and jealousy Dead I am the one, exterminating son. Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze. Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry. While they slowly turn, conquering t
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Yeah, I am the super-eye. A blackened dream a golden eye. Trapped in a fantasy. A silent clown, a villain see Mongrels of pinball filth. Electric shrines to boogey tilt. Dying is to get her way.
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And out of the darkness, the Zombie did call. True pain and suffering he brought to them all. Away ran the children to hide in their beds. For fear that the devil would chop off their heads
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Rage in the cage and piss upon the stage. There's only one sure way to bring the giant down. Defunct the strings of cemetery things. With one flat foot on the Devil's wing Crawl on me. Sink into m
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Use my body to keep you alive. Give it to me, give it to me Yeah, I'm on Durango number 95. Take me to the home, kick boots and ultra live. See heaven flash a horror show. Knock it nice and smooth
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Dead I am the one, exterminating son. Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze. Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry. While they slowly turn, conquering the worm. . Dig through the dit
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Burn into darkness. The last unholy reject. Burn as the world ends. Stand accused and count this Burn out the stigma. A murder done in portrait. Burn up the fortress. The last unholy reject Papa
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Shriek the lips. Across a ragged tongue. Convulsing together. Sing violently. Move the jaw. Cry out loud. Bound up the dead. Triumphantly The ragged, they come. And the ragged, they kill. You
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Dead I am the one, exterminating son. Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze. Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry. While they slowly turn, conquering the worm. . Dig through the dit
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Creature core you can't ignore. I got a 5000 fingers of dead yeah. A wrestling you can't break free. We're the livin' on your breath yeah Meet the creeper diggin' deeper. Meet the creeper yeah, ye
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Try to remember. Incomprehensible
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They call me Shindig Johnny Punk. A regular ghost face peepshow funk. They call me Screaming Lord Dinosaur. Commander in chief of a voodoo war. They call me Mother Superior Joe. Broadcasting Casa
