Grinding & mincing & cutting you legs
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Do not think that I'll fall for your regrets
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Because of radiation, I can read your thoughts
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And now I can see thru your hypocrisy
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Year after year, you fed me with lies
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You were always pretending, pretending to be nice
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Your abuse of my trust, has provoked my hate
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Now I'll rip you to shreds, and I'll use you as bate
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Things I believed as true, have now become lies
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The ignorance in me, has flown away like flies
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The kindness I used to have, is now replaced by hate
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Don't talk shit about regrets, 'coz now it is too late
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Trust? Not Me
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| Agathocles |
