To exterminate the plague soiling my brain
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I put the pen to the pad until the madness drains
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Cuz words are colossal aggressive not docile
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Infectious like a brothel no need to get hostile
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Calling all apostles united we stand
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They bleeding out they nostrils I'm wicked with hands
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Throwing vicious combinations witness devastation
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I just fucked your soul annihilation
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Feel the sensation tickle & grow
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Spreading over your mind & taking control
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A noble savage on a rampage war is all that I know
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Feeding hungry heads defeating all your heroes
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Art saves
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Make the pain
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A weapon you can use
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Art saves
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Make the pain
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A weapon you can use
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From the moment I wake it rains grenades
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So I scribble on the page & reality fades
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I walk the Scottish moors with pagans on forest floors
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Test the sacraments & conjure up thunderstorms
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I hunt with Cernunnos & dance with satyrs
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Conquer Rome in a day & battle armored invaders
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Infested with ticks this existence is shit
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All these traitors in the trees while the napalms drips
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Words burn their lips like old roach clips
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Holy as I infected by this
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Art saves
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Make the pain
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A weapon you can us
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Art saves
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Make the pain
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A weapon you can use
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Serv
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Asat
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I liberate the devils in my head
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Through the paragraphs crafted by my pen
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These demons drip on the page
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My blind, multi-eyed children of rage
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I could'a took a bat to the back of his head
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Or dropped a napalm bomb on the bed as she slept
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But I split & wrote it down instead
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At least now you know who you're fucking with
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I'm sick but I'm free
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You're weak & I'm built for the siege
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{Burn}
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Serv asat
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Art saves
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Make the pain
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A weapon you can use
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Art saves
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Make the pain
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A weapon you can use
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Serv
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Asat
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Serv
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Asat
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Serv Asat
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