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Living Through Me (Hells' Wrath)
Panthera
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I cannot take the take
Your condition was nod awake
A selfish crier, bold face liar
Robbing all of what you could take in
Stabbed towards a death
A dirty smelling girl
Shit decisions, no provisions
Filling veins with juice of chaos
Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole
Empty bag, sunken eyes, whining dog
It's times like this you should pray for never
I broke your fucking mold
Then threw away the cast
New religion and new provisions
It's amazing you're alive
Drop the needle and stop what you're changing into
Erase the end dissolving, disgrace is needed more
So I mended severed ties
Through flesh we cauterized
The undeserving, sliming, writhing
I filled you up with watered promise
Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole
Empty bag, sunken eyes, whining dog
It's times like this you should pray for never
Spitting teeth, oral lust, alley fuck
Angel dust, anal whore, bleeding knees
It's times like this to pray for murder
So now I've seen it all
Hells' wrath
No man has greater glory
Cause now, now you're living through me
I was shutting myself down, two to go (Endless life gets destroyed)
Getting nothing, TV sucks, it makes me violent (Making bullshit)
So fucking cheap (Make the death sentence the last holiday)
The real definitions of their negativity
No aches, no family pile-ons, no suffering, only blank
(Find the finger, save the Earth, takes crude)
Nothing really to say anymore
(Save your ash with me)
Bullshit, bullshit backwash
(You fucking girl)
Everything is a ripoff, everything is a trend
(You're tired and you're sick)
Cool clothes, cool hair, cool smell, great shape
(And you're fucking fat and halved)
Man's opinion prey on children versus adults
(You better not snort that shit, man)
(You should get out of the house more)
Smoke this all the way paper-thin
(You better think about your future) Paper acid withdrawals
(You better not go to the doctor) I'm dysfunctional
I feel nothing anymore with a connection (Smoke this, smoke this)
That shit sucked (Smoke this)
(Smoke this) This scratchy whore keeps skipping over and over
I'm done with saving you
A gift unto myself
A tired savior, a wasted favor
And I'm lucky I'm alive
Drop the needle and stop what you're changing into
I broke your fucking mold
Then threw away the cast
Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole
Empty bag, sunken eyes, whining dog
It's times like this you should pray for never
Spitting teeth, oral lust, alley fuck
Angel dust, anal whore, bleeding knees
It's times like this to pray for murder
So now I've seen it all
Hells' wrath
No man has greater glory
Cause now you're living through me
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