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Bounded, this hate grows colder
Sorrow eyes, black with murder
Erase the hope for mankind
Damned in your broken lies
Self reflect
The suffering bastard
Self reflect
Worthless disciple
Self reflect
You suffering bastard
Self reflect

Face me
You're nothing to me
You'll see a damaged seed
Face me
You're nothing to me
In this hell, you're just a disease
Face me
You're nothing to me
You'll see a damaged seed
Face me
You're nothing to me
In this hell, you're just a disease

Bounded, this hate grows colder
Sorrow eyes, black with murder
Erase the hope for mankind
Damned in your broken lies
Self reflect
The suffering bastard
Self reflect
Worthless disciple
Self reflect
You suffering bastard
Self reflect

Face me
You're nothing to me
You'll see a damaged seed
Face me
You're nothing to me
In this hell, you're just a disease
Face me
You're nothing to me
You'll see a damaged seed
Face me
You're nothing to me
In this hell, you're just a disease

Face me
You're nothing to me
You'll see a damaged seed
Face me
You're nothing to me
In this hell, you're just a disease
Face me
You're nothing to me
You'll see a damaged seed
Face me
You're nothing to me
In this hell, you're just a disease

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