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A part of me just died.
Stare your death at me.
If you gave a shit and tried.
You might see.
Your friends you're butchering.
Won't lie.
Your friends you're butchering.
So fucking done.
Butchering. Butchering. Butchering.
You'd butcher God for your own greed.
Soulless, you're fucking soulless.

Your friends you're butchering.
Won't lie.
Your friends you're butchering.
So fucking tired.
Butchering. Butchering. Butchering.
You'd butcher God for your own greed.
Soulless, you're fucking soulless.

Breaking down your taxing sins.
Breaking down your taxing sins.
You're bedded down with bugs.
Attached with death in drugs.
Scratch and claw a thought.
Attached with death in drugs.
You're bedded down with drugs.
Attached with death in bugs.
Scratch and claw a thought.
Attached with death in bugs.

Butchering. Butchering. Butchering.
You'd butcher God for your own greed.
Soulless, you're fucking soulless.

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