Wherever you go, just follow
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In the shadow of your stay.
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Where you¡¯re looking like a vulture
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Watching every move.
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Do you feel all of the souls?
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You always will thin legs
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Alone you walk among us
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Your evil won¡¯t be mad.
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We¡¯re the proper lies,
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The public faults, it¡¯s all I want.
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The unholy outliers,
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Got demonishing supplies.
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All friends turn into enemies
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And greed is at your palm.
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Soon we¡¯ll die in mothers grieve and
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The story is the same.
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Wherever you point your finger
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Always violence causes it.
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Paid the cause of something came from the gain
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The unprecised rulers let the fear control your mind.
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Should be boys just royal
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But just burry our own songs.
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That families are shadowed
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Why do care should take our blind?
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An industry of murder,
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Scratching the right bodies.
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Watch out for the bones
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You¡¯re causing new world tribe.
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Just set the walls before you
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The initial fire.
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In history lacks the future,
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Your empire will fall.
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Paid the cause of something came from the gain
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The unprecised rulers let the fear control your mind.
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An Industry Of Murder
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