The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain
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Too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well.
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Constructed a monument to denial and excess
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Sunk so low, crawled so far back there's nowhere left to regress.
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If these walls could talk, they would tell a horror story
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Never-ending winter, violence and infidelity
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Shadows fall through broken panes
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Careless words that are filled with hate
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Just enough to keep it together, never enough to make it work.
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All the tongues here are forked.
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We are a hailstorm of broken glass, follow the path of least expectance.
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A huge stinking pile of sick.
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Pile it higher and higher.
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Light the match, start the fire.
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Level this place until nothings left and take us with it.
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Surroundings are irate.
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Crack of dawn brings naught but pain.
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Resentment steadily grows.
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Laughing in the gallows
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Full throttle determined to fail, pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel.
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We are the lucky ones, welcome home
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Burnin' higher and higher.
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Light the match, start the fire.
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Level this place until nothings left and take us with it.
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Poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote
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Violence is not an aberration, its a rule.
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Dying beyond the pale.
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Your beatings will continue until my morale improves.
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I don't hate you, I'm just removing an enemy.
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Remorse is for the dead
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I'm just removing an enemy
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Remorse is for the dead my enemy,
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Remorse is for the dead... the dead...
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The dead... the dead... the dead...
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The dead...
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Remorse Is For The Dead
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| Lamb Of God |
