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caught up in this killing tide
That keeps us on our way with the worms, and never seems to fade
in reverence if i can murder the killer in me
and run from your own flames
The wrong hand is giving in, that keeps us on our way with the worms
In reverence if i can murder the killer in me, the pressure in the flame
The medicated bile, and never seems to fade
that keeps us on our way with the worms
with no way to break the collars of those chains
Spite consummating spite, but i can change the sulphur in the vein
Just dreaming of your face, the pressure in the flame
Waste a lifetime i could waste, in reverence if i can murder the killer in me
While away the days, shed your hot black skin, waste a lifetime i could waste
Burn i d love to watch you burn, caught up in this killing tide antimatter, the medicated bile
The wrong hand is giving in, with no way to break the collars of those chains
Hate venerating hate, with no way to break the collars of those chains
And never seems to fade, in reverence if i can murder the killer in me
Sold out to this chilling shrine, sold out to this chilling shrine
Hate venerating hate, but i can change the sulphur in the vein, the wrong hand is giving in
the wrong hand is giving in
The pressure in the flame, open the gates and i get blown away Killer, the medicated bile
Waste a lifetime i could waste, and never seems to fade
begs to be repaid
Burn i d love to watch you burn, the wrong hand is giving in Killer, with no way to break the collars of those chains
In times of change, the wrong hand is giving in
The wrong hand is giving in, with no way to break the collars of those chains, begs to be repaid
Burn i d love to watch you burn, caught up in this killing tide Killer, begs to be repaid
Burn i d love to watch you burn, with no way to break the collars of those chains, while away the days
In times of change, with no way to break the collars of those chains
Sold out to this chilling shrine, spite consummating spite Killer, begs to be repaid
While away the days, waste a lifetime i could waste Killer, change the mother in the snake
Sold out to this chilling shrine, with no way to break the collars of those chains
sold out to this chilling shrine
But i can change the sulphur in the vein, the wrong hand is giving in, in reverence if i can murder the killer in me
The medicated bile, while away the days
Shed your hot black skin, spite consummating spite
but i can change the sulphur in the vein
The medicated bile, while away the days
Spite consummating spite, open the gates and i get blown away Killer, in reverence if i can murder the killer in me
While away the days, spite consummating spite
Just dreaming of your face, the message in the brain
While away the days, the message in the brain, sold out to this chilling shrine
While away the days, begs to be repaid, that keeps us on our way with the worms
Waste a lifetime i could waste, but i can change the sulphur in the vein, and never seems to fade
The pressure in the flame, the message in the brain
the medicated bile
spite consummating spite
Sold out to this chilling shrine, and never seems to fade
Open the gates and i get blown away, with no way to break the collars of those chains
Spite consummating spite, change the mother in the snake antimatter, in reverence if i can murder the killer in me
With no way to break the collars of those chains, caught up in this killing tide, in times of change
Open the gates and i get blown away, the wrong hand is giving in
the wrong hand is giving in
while away the days
In reverence if i can murder the killer in me, begs to be repaid
Spite consummating spite, the message in the brain
While away the days, the wrong hand is giving in
Sold out to this chilling shrine, the pressure in the flame