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47 lines
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The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain
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Too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well
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Constructed a monument to denial and excess
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Sunk so low, crawled so far back there's nowhere left to regress
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If these walls could talk, they would tell a horror story
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Never-ending winter, violence and infidelity
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Shadows fall through broken panes
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Careless words that are filled with hate
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Just enough to keep it together, never enough to make it work
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All the tongues here are forked
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We are a hailstorm of broken glass
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Follow the path of least expectance
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A huge stinking pile of sick
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Pile it higher and higher
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Light the match, start the fire
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Level this place until nothing's left and take us with it
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Surroundings are irate
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Crack of dawn brings naught but pain
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Resentment steadily grows, laughing in the gallows
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Full throttle determined to fail
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Pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel
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We are the lucky ones, welcome home
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Pile it higher and higher
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Light the match, start the fire
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Level this place until nothings left and take us with it
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Poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote
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Violence is not an aberration, it's a rule
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Dying beyond the pale
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Your beatings will continue until my morale improves
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I don't hate you, I'm just removing an enemy
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Remorse is for the dead
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I'm just removing an enemy
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Remorse is for the dead, my enemy
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Remorse is for the dead
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Name Remorse Is for the Dead
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Artist Lamb of God
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Album Ashes Of The Wake
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