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Hes afraid hell suffer his fathers fate
Two sets of silverware, cups and plates
Two blood hands and bleeding hearts
Dont feel its not to late to start
Only the photographs on your wall
Are chained and down your hall
Reminding you of all the days
When you collected hell to pay
Well hell to pay
I said its not too late
Not its not too late
incessant mace
Oh God I can see it, you know its incessant mace
_________ and broken backs
Are what you _________
Beneath your treasure chest
You wonder why youre under stress