It burns! It burns! It burns my eyes and throat, but I need no antidote.
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Gnawing and tearing at my insides -
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seething, keeping me alive - hatred poisons me through and through -
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a sustenance - keeping me true. It's not too late.
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It's never gonna be too late.
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Embrace your hate. The pain! The pain!
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The pain it crushes me. I gain animosity. Acid sweat and
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bloody tears, through it all I preserve.
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Some sedate through indifference but I withheld zero tolerance.
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Triple Zero
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| AFI |
