| With the power of your gods or childhood abuse
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| Reaper, the taker of life
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| Black lamb of god, I spit on your grave
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| Each day I will count the bricks
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| I smile like the devil you were
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| How can you stare in the mirror
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| After breaking my soul
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| Did it make you feel empowered
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| How can you go about your life
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| With my rended flesh torn
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| I will see you burn, you took what is mine, emptiness remains
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| I will reclaim every drop of my blood, drawn by weakling scum
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| How can you crawl on like nothing happened
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| Everything happened to me
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| How the hell could I get up again
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| When my knees were bent as was my will
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| With your cuts in my skin
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| And your hate in my veins
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| Spread your wings like the blood eagle
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| Take your last breaths as you burn
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| As your ravaged angel
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| I will help you soar
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| How can they stand behind each other
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| As a crowd that always shows up at a funeral
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| Not to weep but to gawk at the corpse
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| Tear apart every last shred of humanity
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| I will see you burn, you took what is mine, emptiness remains
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| I will reclaim every drop of my blood, drawn by weakling scum
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| Burn, burn!
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| Burn, burn!
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| I will see you burn, you took what is mine, emptiness remains
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| I will reclaim every drop of my blood, drawn by weakling scum
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| With your cuts in my skin
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| And your hate in my veins
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| Spread your wings like the blood eagle
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| Take your last breaths as you burn
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| As your ravaged angel
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| I will help you soar |