The sore on the edge of your mouth
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it mirrors the ones
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on your arm of black tar
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you've known the ripping.
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I know you don't want to live in the dirt
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And I've seen you pissing your condition into the dirt.
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you want to know nothing but dirt
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you know you can't beat weakness.
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Kill the flux...
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Stretched to breaking
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an obscene canvas
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on a stretcher of parasitism.
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Know that you've pissed life away
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You...
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piece of shit
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I won't
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say your name
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but I
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will say this
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FUCK OFF AND DIE (sooner the better).
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You've shot out your eyes
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but I'm seeing that
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you cannot feel anything of worth.
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Know that you've pissed life away,
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lost
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in your narcotic dreams.
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Heart pumping futile shit through your veins.
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Why does it bother?
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I want to punch in your sunken face and see your dusty blood smear through
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the air in a polluted crimson arc,
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splattering in a useless pattern on the concrete. Moribund.
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Pariah
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Lamb Of God |