A violent aftertaste,
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these cuts and scars from yesterday.
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Greetings from one who's raging,
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ripping it's way out of it's cage.
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I got so high on power as the adrenaline feeds the beast.
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No use to struggle with yourself, cut your halo.
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The taste of battles fought, and this losing ground.
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Are just my cuts and scars from yesterday!
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I just can't stop it; the adrenaline feeds the beast
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inside of me!
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Listen to one who is raging, ripping it's way out of your
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cage!
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You fought so hard against it all.
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Now your little heart feeds your loser god.
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No use to struggle with yourselves.
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Let my knife guide you.
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A violent aftertaste,
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these cuts and scars from yesterday .
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1000 tales to tell, nightmares and dreams.
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No use to struggle with yourself, cut your halo
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Some battles fought, some wins to come.
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In this world of... pain.
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Overwhelming
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| Divercia |
