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Pain, your life is only a book of pain
but your life it isn't very plain
this possesion of hate
need to be dread
say for your defense
"All for one" to be free.
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And all your lies, all your fking lies...
There's like a swictch blade knife
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Lies like a blade
see you tomorrow!!
What do you gain?
You only say sillines
it's the same
this possesion of hate
Where do you go?
You are a sinner, a sickmen, a stray lumb
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