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ever... Forever... For EVER
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Human Mind, Human Soul...
Human Weakness
I love you... I love you...
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
No... no one
No pride at all
I see devastation and I'm ready to BURN!
My skin is infected
Quiet now, Quiet now... Quiet Human
I love you... I love you...
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
No... no one
No pride at all
You Fail
I am Temptation... your Saviour
Now your Soul dies...
You won't survive
Nothing will ever survive...
Filling the void with nothingness
All rise... Satan steals you away
Hate Springs eternal
I see devastation and I'm ready to BURN!
My skin is infected
And I never...
Never...
There's no release
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Bombs away... Bombs away...
All is in its place
It's time to lay...
It's time to lay... everything to waste
I'll walk away
Won't hesitate
By the way...
Honesty is everything I've ever wanted
Strip it away... today's the day
In what I do there's no disgrace
Calling you out
Calling!
Calling...
Long may we Reign...
This is Relentless
This is our World
This is Relentless
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Rape is just cause for murdering
Waste life... Die bastard die bastard burn
Rape gives strength to weakness
Lies prone... cold and alone
He says...
I want you for your body
I want you for your body
I want you for your body
I want you for your body
Body... Body... Body... Body... Body
Here now alone with all who love her
Now feel this come down on you
You fucking pig... now you die
I want you for your body
I want you for your body
I want you for your body
I want to see you fucking dead
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Give us a reason for coming of war
Fighting for Jesus through prices of oil
See how your demons are forming a wall
Burning and beating and raping them all
Reaching for something
When nothing else matters
Buddha to Krishna through Jesus and Allah
See how your demons are forming a wall
Burning and beating and raping them all
Far from here... we'll light away
So unclear... we'll find the way
To war... we ride
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Devour the living
Devour the dead
We learn how we live when we die
Divide... Divide... Divide
We learn how we live when we die
Divide... MULTIPLY
Divide... MULTIPLY
Divide... MULTIPLY
We learn hown we live when we die
Dividing the living... Defining the dead
One hundred or more in the womb
One hundred will go... one hundred below
One hundred will burn it away
Oh God help me with these dreams
Of one hundred millions souls washed away
One hundred will go... one hundred below
One hundred will burn it away
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Borne... void... nothingness
Watch the signs, stay holding... waiting... war
Born son of righteousness
Holy water holding back the storm
I WANT YOUR HEAD
I WANT YOU DEAD
I WANT YOUR HEAD
I WANT YOUR HATE... LOVE...
HATE ME
HATE... LOVE...
Ain't enough
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Animal, you're an animal...
You're a goddamn fucking animal
It sucks you in... pulls you in
No one knows
One never breaks if you never bend
Don't ever try, don't ever win
Animal, you're an animal... you're a goddamn fucking animal
Face your fears: you gotta face your fears
You gotta ride...
We're young
We'll find a way to love again
And we'll find a way...
Find a way to the world
And we'll find a way...
Force Fed to the world
No shades of grey... just seas of red
To bathe in what makes you whole
What makes you whole?
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Praing yourself,
Do you know what you're doing?
Point blank when you hear what I say
No way you can wash away nature...
Do you know what you're doing...
Do you know what to say?
Dripping... Seeping
Dripping... Leaking
Dripping... Cabbages
Grazing away
Do you know what you're feeling?
You fool... do you know where you lay?
I'm gone, there's no answer... it's over
Do you know what I'm saying...
Do you know what I'm saying?
Dripping... Gigbutt
Dirt Pride... My pride
Dripping... Bunksock
Bathe... Bathe...
Commiserate...Commiserate...
I'm not about helping hopeless
Bored when I wash them away...
Internal a body at war with itself
And the bleeding I do... it's for me
Dripping... Seeping
Dripping... Leaking
Dripping... Cabbages
Bathe... Bathe...
Commiserate... Commiserate
Praising yourself
Do you know what you're doing?
Point blank when you hear what I say
No color, no code, no creed... WAR
Wash my fucking balls
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Young machines
Machines they burn the war
Bring on the Young my God
Bring on the babe my Lord
Bring on the Young
Bring on the dumb
The machines, machines that burns for war
Bring on the pain my God
Bring on the burn
Bring on the Young
Bring on the dumb
The machines, machines they pay for war
Bring on the hate my God
Bring on the burn
Bring on the Young
Bring on the...
HATE... HATE... HATE
Burn... BOIL... BOIL
Burn
Burn
Burn
BURN
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