When I walk through the out of known
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Dying, crawling soldier
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When you're gone fear is grown
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When I walk through torture
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As the blade is, cremations dead
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Falling down, the screams of hate
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Falling nature, falling world
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Killing fortress, down to serve
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What I am dying for?
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Torture, killing, rest
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What I fell at best of all
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Should I ask the answer?
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Should you die by cancer?
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Creatures are coming up to fear
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Things are getting lesser
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This time, I kill you, by my hands.
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This time, I thrill, you now scream.
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When I walk through torture
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Suffocated, reconnected, cut together, kill with pleasure, morbid visions,
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stripped and strangled
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When I raise up the axe and my body is out of my eyes
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No raising, no calling, should know what I've disguised!
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Killing With Pleasure
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| Death Reality |
