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Wallowing in shit your fear is ever present.
Could it be theres times that I thought I could trust you? Take away regret replace it with raw anger. Know that what you did inside will surely haunt you. Put on your face masks, I'll deploy the nerve gas. It's a bloodbath things got really messed up. Far away from you I grieve yet seek asylum. Thoughts so deep I need the drugs onboard to calm me. Fuck yourself for all the things that you believe in. Fuck yourself for all the tears that you shed blindly. Put on your face masks, I'll deploy the nerve gas. It's a bloodbath things got really messed up. Grab your shotgun and forget your problems. Fire up the chainsaw this shit is really messed up. Offer no word when I slip in the knife. Watch your blood flow yeah it looks so good. Cutting you up I pause to wipe off the blade. After I'm done your home's a shallow grave. Put on your face mask, I'll deploy the nerve gas. It's a blood bath things got really messed up. Grab your shotgun, forget your problems. Fire up the chainsaw thius shit is really messed up.
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