X marks this day in the darkness, but within its view
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The blood from my boot lace garotte comes clean in a gutter wash
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Middle aged wretched whore
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Faceless, nameless, penniless
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Lying down, rictus twisted
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Extinguished from a long misery
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Sleep comes easy this night
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As a gear in life shifts
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They will emerge from the metal caves
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Punishment's mystery revealed
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The day of XX waiting they come not
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Choose they, to ignore? Or does it not know?
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Fear turns to anger... Turns to hate
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Revolution Decimation
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Something is furious... It's in us... It fears us
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Feeling the blood, oh, the blood
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A useless, nameless old man's blood
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As he drops, I stand waiting they do not come
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Like a stone, does it not see? It makes me hate it even more
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XXX the will to kill reality the final decamp
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Winds of variance; Rising force blood lust for invincibility
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A garotte turned to a poniard and now a gun
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Revolution Decimation
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Revolution Decimation
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