A parade of pigs with hateful drunkly eyes
Cruel thoughts are what's left in your mind
Pavement runs blood by faceless criminals
You're fucking disease worthless and empty
Fill your lungs with poison
Fill your hands with sword
Blood fire death
You've made your own hell
Cruel thoughts are what's left in your mind
Pavement runs blood by faceless criminals
You're fucking disease worthless and empty
Fill your lungs with poison
Fill your hands with sword
Blood fire death
You've made your own hell
( Wicked Suffer )
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