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Hell-oH shit no it's the devil, let me go, let me know the sacrificial lamb was a peasant pendin' noh body's ever endin' soul rottin' rendered by a skull, slaughtered, severed by his own father.
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Peak #10,866
Peak in subgenre #953
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Wyatt De Ville
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December 13, 2004
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Lyrics
Lets sit back on some get back tones
Better get back fore get that skull cracked
Let that be your lesson told you
Never to forget who told you
Never to surrender so you
Never can regret the mold you've
Severed in the end you hold two
Strings you hold together
But the knott is always loose
Round the clock, the hands, they noose
Lost, you lose the truth
But if not, you'd knott the noose
Cause the truth is all too true
All to alter you your mental state
The state of mental rots it's roots
Your brain stem has resined use
Just to get bye, you get high,
Your destiny ascends..
But the mental eye that cannot cry
Is left to be avenged..
For the hatred is misplaced
When the trigger points the blame
You figure it's quicker than the pain
Only strength is not within
So you shivver in the rain
Knowing ache will fall with it
You shame the crawling kin
So the legs that fall, descend
Now the pieces are the reasons
You will bleed to scar the skin
It's the mark of the Deville
You call the heart within
The darkness of binge
The loveless will bring
It comes with the sin
So all in together now
Fall to a severed crown
oF thorns on the head of doubt
A torn wing, a shred of clout
I pour reign, the death will shroud
The mourning of peasants proud
To be born again in hell without
The torturing of the Devil's sound
As the muzzled sing of celtic howls
The puzzle bleeds of celtic frowns
Round and round your homes
All the townsmen crowd the show
The unannounced drown in the moat
Down in the grove under roads
The underground will over flow
This populations got me facing
Generation contemplation
Operation box in basement
Coffins are a doctors table
Props are fables cops aren't able
To stop all the hate.
Are you not who you blame?
Three finger bullet aims
When the trigger points in the other way..
Right down to the neck of his stallion
I cut a man and put him in the ground with it
Razor blades that savor taste
In blood you bathe of the sacred plague
Hatred wakes to mistake it's place
State the name on your angel wings
The halo rains on this slave parade
You called a million men to march
You fought a million men who bought
Freedom decieved when all was lost
This half empty hope would float
The arc of Noah through the flood
The harp the arrow through the bow
The heart they spared was soon to grow old
You stop and stare but kodak won't
It's not that fair to hold the moment
Better off plantin' seeds of dreams
Rather than growin' wings for poets
In the heart of bliss I'm homeless
Through the scar of kin I wrote this
Soulless unknown with this hopeless
Hole overgrown in my chest
Imploding the rest to smoke rings of breath
These notes linger frets
My sones sing for death
The tone rings through flesh
It's sewn in the breast
oF a motherless womb
I'm smothered into my covers
The subtlety lovely blooms
I suffered but suddenly knew
I wasn't what becomes of the tune
The beat ends but sequence
Justifies the means left to lose
