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Hate-Fuck
03:08
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Cut ties, old lies, fresh hate, sealed fate
Bite your flesh, caress, gripped neck
Sick flashback to what you did
An empty fuck is all you are
Manipulating naive hearts
You tore down everything I built
You've never felt an ounce of guilt
Nothing sacred, nothing left
My middle finger up your dress
You ask me please don't ever leave
This time you're the one deceived
Hate-fuck you, then I'm through
Pulling hair and grinding teeth
You scream out "keep fucking me"
I ask you if you want more
Choking, cumming little whore
I stand, get dressed, walk out satisfied
No words, no kiss, only goodbye
You mean nothing to me. Nothing
I am done with your shit forever
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2. |
Mill Fire
02:27
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Social delinquents who can't hold a job, no education
Living at home so they hang at the mill, kids on vacation
Useless
Pretentious pathetic parasites
Worthless
Feckless incompetent bastards
Kill yourselves
Mindless ashing, place is catching
Too fucking drunk, too fucking stoned
Historic site catching aflame
How does it feel to face punishment
Cry like a little bitch, you deserve this
Rejected kids gathering in the night, no place to be
Underaged girls and a six-pack of beer, 2 grams of weed
Social delinquents who can't hold a job, no education
Living at home so they hang at the mill, kids on vacation
Useless
Pretentious pathetic parasites
worthless
Feckless incompetent bastards
Kill yourselves
You stupid bastards burned it to the fucking ground
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3. |
Day of Ashura (Tatbir)
04:08
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Haram
Shia converge for the mourning
Talwar
Striking their flesh for their sins
Imam
Chastising glares from the stairway
Tatbir
Letting blood flow in remembrance
Haram
Shia converge for the mourning
Talwar
Striking their flesh for their sins
Imam
Chastising glares from the stairway
Tatbir
Letting blood flow in remembrance
Senseless undertaking
Their sanity, fading
Gashes tearing open
Tissue falling out
Senseless undertaking
Their sanity, fading
Gashes tearing open
Tissue falling out
With the Twelvers around
I'm lost and I'm found
Whips, chains I am bound
I fall to the ground
When the Twelvers arrive
How much life with still thrive?
Who will live and who'll die?
I know I'll be just fine
Young men gather in the dirt roads
Lashing their backs and heads with blades
Grieving elders flogging themselves
To shed their blood in the name of God
The desert sun begins its rise
The light reflects off of the blood-soaked ground
Piles of bodies writhe in pain
Their skin waving in the sand-filled wind
Yawm eashura'
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Hordes of Degenerates
03:37
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Something's gotta change
Someone needs to die
Gun in my hands, voices in my head
Vision turning red, palms collecting sweat
I'll have no regret planning out your deaths
It sickens me to my core
To think of what you are
Deep breath, let out
Two shells, no sound
Trench coat dropped down
Gun's out, sights found
Where's your God now?
Something's gotta change
Someone needs to die
Gun in my hands, voices in my head
Vision turning red, palms collecting sweat
I'll have no regret planning out your deaths
I must confess, I hate you fucking people
I hope you die, your minds are fucking feeble
Wasting your lives, you're all so fucking worthless
Losing your minds, your views are fucking stupid
I must confess, I hate you fucking people
I hope you die, your minds are fucking feeble
Wasting your lives, you're all so fucking useless
Losing your minds, your views are fucking stupid
I am the last thing you will see
Death is the tarn and I'm the conduit
I am the last thing you will know
Death is the tarn and I'm the conduit
Gun smoke, sight's choked
Nine lives, bad joke
One shell, one mouth
Deep breath, let out
I'm your God now
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